#but the pacing felt sort of like someone grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you

[depresseddepot]

daydreamed about embroidery all day, played animal crossing, had a little peach beverage, and then finished tender is the flesh by agustina bazterrica. what whiplash

[just-jordie-things]

national anthem - gojo satoru

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word count: 12.2k warnings: mentions of drinking and smoking (cigarettes + weed) summary: you're a special grade? with no life experience? someone like you sure is lucky gojo satoru wants to take you under his wing and show you how to enjoy life. gojo satoru sure is lucky that someone like you teaches him how to love. more info: set in 2006, friends to lovers, gojo sort of wants to corrupt reader but he's too soft on her, he's an overconfident coward in this idk you figure it out

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[ i’m your national anthem, god you’re so handsome, take me to the hamptons, bugatti, veyron // he loves to romance ‘em reckless abandon, holding me for ransom, upper echelon // he says to be cool but, i don’t know how yet // wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck ]

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Two Special Grade Sorcerers in one place was already a fight for territory and ego- at least to Gojo Satoru.  Geto Suguru never really felt a push to prove himself, but his white haired counterpart seemed to enjoy a good ol’ fashion pissing competition, so when Satoru felt like being competitive, he often just went along with it.  Besides, there was a certain entertainment in watching him lose.  Satoru would tell anyone that he didn’t feel threatened around Suguru- or Yuki, when she was around- but there was an undeniable flicker of excitement in his eye when an opportunity came along to show off.

A show off, that was the perfect description for the first impression (y/n) got when she first met the infamous Six Eyes.  She wasn’t sure what to expect arriving at Jujutsu Tech on that sunny afternoon in 2006.  The mixture of giddiness and unease from picking everything up and starting life over at the ripe age of eighteen had her insides all fluttery, but she was fairly certain her excitement outweighed all else.

The manager who’d picked her up from the train station and drove her to her new home had given her a short introduction to the other sorcerers her age, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the whirlwind of their first official meeting.

“So you’re the new Special Grade meat!” 

She’s startled as soon as she approaches the group of three.  She’d been all smiles, ready to hold out her hand and introduce herself properly, but it appeared they’d already known all about her.

“Shut up Satoru, you sound like a douchebag,” The dark haired sorcerer beside the loud one shouldered past, reaching out to be the first to shake her hand.  (y/n) still has a bewildered look on her face as she reciprocates, confusedly glancing between the two.  “Don’t mind him, he’s always like that.  I’m Geto, but everyone calls me Suguru anyways, so you can too” 

“Alright,” She says through an airy laugh.  “Then I’m (y/n)... the Special Grade meat”

Suguru shares the laugh as he drops his hand, and suddenly the white haired one is darting forward, pushing him aside just as he’d done to him moments ago, and grabbing (y/n’s) hand before she could fully lower it.  Her eyes are wide, every instinct telling her to take three steps back, but she lets him shake it at a wild pace.  

The cursed energy that comes off of him in waves hits her like a truck, solid, undeniable, strength.  Reason tells her that he could end her life with his handshake alone.  The goofy, shit eating grin on his face tells her otherwise.

“Gojo Satoru!” He introduces, still shaking her hand.  “But you already knew that, right?” 

Wordlessly, she shakes her head at him, curiosity striking her the longer she took him in.  A show off for sure, with the volume of his voice despite being right in front of her, with the performance in his ongoing handshake, with that stupid smile he hadn’t wiped off his face yet, with all that cursed energy- Gojo Satoru was a sight to behold and he knew it, too.

Back home it would’ve ticked her off, but for some reason, there’s a compulsion to her amusement in him.  Slowly, her bewildered expression morphs into one of pleasant surprise.

“Can’t say I had the slightest idea,” She replies, and that seems to do the trick to get his smile to falter, even momentarily.  Technically, she knew of him, only because of the manager’s due diligence in giving her the names of her new colleagues, but she wasn’t about to treat him to that information.  “But I do now,” Her smile brightens, “You’re the guy with the white hair” 

He scoffs at first, not out of disgust or annoyance, but pure surprise at the genuine response.  The two behind him, Suguru, and the girl she hadn’t met quite yet, Ieiri Shoko, were nearly doubled over in laughter.  Loud cackles that echoed across the courtyard they stood in.  (y/n) merely held her polite smile as she waited for Gojo Satoru’s full reaction.

His shit eating grin softened into a more authentic smile, amusement casted over his features as he gazed down at her through his lenses.  He didn’t need his Six Eyes to tell him she was strong, her own cursed energy seemed to buzz and crackle right off of her like electricity.  As if she’d been gathering up static for so long and it was dying to leap right out of her.  It would be overwhelming, if he wasn’t the sorcerer he was.

“Always noticed for my looks first,” He sighs dramatically, and (y/n) raises a brow at him, slightly amused, slightly intrigued.  “But I guess we’ll have that in common, huh, Special Grade?”

Before she’s given any real time to react, or even process what he’s said, he’s interrupted. 

“Alright, that’s enough of you, you’re making us all look bad now,” 

The third sorcerer with the lab coat and an unlit cigarette in her hands is the next to leap forward, grabbing Gojo Satoru by the elbow and forcibly yanking until he gives in and drags his feet back to Suguru.  (y/n) watches as he mutters under his breath and makes wild hand gestures to Suguru- who seems to roll his eyes and remain otherwise unresponsive.

“You won’t get used to him, so get used to knowing that now,” The girl says, capturing (y/n’s) attention.  “I’m Shoko, I’ll be your best friend here, alright? Don’t let him get too comfortable” 

(y/n) giggles, introducing herself yet again with a shy fit of laughter.

“Seems like he gets comfortable pretty quick,” She muses, casting a glance over to where Suguru was trying to drag his friend away.  He didn’t seem to be winning that fight, and it wasn’t long before Gojo was going boneless against him.  “So, small class size, huh?” 

“Yeah, well, not a lot of jujutsu sorcerers out there,” Shoko shrugs.  “And… we had a few transfers to Kyoto.  Which were totally not due to that idiot” She adds the second part under her breath, but when (y/n) laughs, she does too.

“Well, I’ll try not to transfer, then” 

Shoko brightens, just a little bit, but enough to be noticed.

(y/n’s) sure she’ll stay true to her word.  Besides, it had seemed like her time at Jujustu Tech would prove to be interesting… maybe even fun.

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The smell of tobacco wasn’t pleasant, but she tries to put up with it for the sake of Suguru and Shoko.  It appeared that the most exciting part of their night was sharing a smoke by Shoko’s window, as they’d visibly relaxed once they’d sparked up.

It didn't matter that (y/n) didn’t voice her discomfort, because Gojo Satoru could see it written all over her.  The way her eyes widened when Shoko had pulled out the pack, the way her nose crinkled when Suguru lit the first cig, and even now, how she can’t stop anxiously glancing over to the two of them as they smoked.

“You’re not a smoker, huh?” 

She’d been sitting against the wall, a mostly forgotten magazine in her lap when Gojo had approached her, crouching down to her level to properly gain her attention.

“Huh?” She’s lost at first, but it only takes a short nod of his head towards the window for her mind to catch up.  “Oh, um, I guess I’ve never really smoked before, but, no, I’m not a smoker”

It’s unexplainable, the way she stammers over her explanation like it’s a lie.  Because it’s the complete truth.  She’d never smoked a cigarette in her life, and she’d never been around anyone who did.  The smell was only familiar because of how often it wafted amongst the streets, but it was always unpleasant.  Trying it for herself had never really crossed her mind.

“You’ve never tried it?” Gojo tilts his head curiously, and for a moment she thinks he resembles a cat, but before she could tell him the connection, he’s standing up again and striding over to the window.

She can only watch as he swipes the pack of cigarettes from between the two, scowling when he pops open the box.

“Did you buy this yesterday?” He scoffs, plucking out one of the sticks before tossing it back at Suguru, who catches it with ease, but frowns back at the white haired sorcerer.  “Jeez, addicts much?” 

“Relax, Satoru” Suguru rolls his eyes just as Gojo snatches the lighter off the windowsill as well.  It earns him another glare, but neither Suguru or Shoko comment on it, instead returning to whatever conversation they’d been having before Gojo had so rudely interrupted them.

It’s not until he’s returning to her spot on the floor and taking a seat beside her that she realizes why he’s done this.

“Here ya are,” He grins, holding the items out to her in both hands.  (y/n’s) eyes wander between the two, the cancer stick in his left hand, the hot pink lighter in his right, before looking up at him and shaking her head.  “What, you don’t wanna try it?”

“I just… I mean…” She struggles to give him a proper reason.  She doesn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, because she couldn’t care less what other people chose to do, but she wasn’t about to lie to him and say she was ecstatic to get a taste of the thing she knows is bad for her.  “I don’t think I’d like it…” 

“Well, that’s alright,” Gojo chuckles as he shrugs his shoulders.  “I hate it.  It’s nasty,” 

He goes so far as to stick his tongue out towards the window, where Shoko had clearly overheard his less-than-quiet comment.  She returns the favor, but Gojo’s already turned back to (y/n).

“It reeks.  And it burns a bit.  And honestly? I’d rather spend the money on mochi,” He tells her honestly, and it earns him a giggle, so he smiles a little wider.  “But you deserve to at least try it, right?” He asks, wiggling the lighter at her.  “Just to say you did it?” 

“I’m not really wired that way,” She admits, her laughter turning nervous, but nonetheless, she finds herself plucking the lighter from his fingers.  “Why try something I know I’ll hate?” She asks, and generally, it’s a rhetorical question, but Gojo’s answer does have her curious.

“Because,” He shrugs again.  “Trying new things is the fun part,” He suggests, before adding, “And just because you can” 

Her eyes drift down to the pink lighter in her hand.  She rolls it over between her fingers a few times, fiddling with it as the idea settles in her mind.  She gets lost enough in thought that she doesn’t even realize how fluidly she’s twirling the small object between her fingers like it was a trick of misdirection, but Gojo finds amusement in how easily and quickly she’s able to maneuver it about the back of her knuckles.

“I can’t say I have an argument for that,” She tells him finally, turning to him with a small smile, and her hand outstretched.  “But when I hate it, you can’t be mad” 

He doesn’t place the cigarette in her palm like she’s expecting, instead raising it towards her lips, flicking it slightly to prompt her to open her mouth.

“Don’t bite down too hard, you’ll ruin it,” He instructs.  She blinks at him in surprise, but follows along anyways and parts his lips so he could set it between them.  She keeps her hold on it as light as possible.  “And the taste of tobacco is awful,” He adds in a quieter voice.

She tries not to think about how close he sits to her, or how his fingers brush over her bottom lip and then her chin as he places the cigarette between her lips, but the harder she tries not to think about it, the more he thinks about it.

“Want me to light it for you?” He asks, and now he’s the one to hold his palm out to her.

Too nervous to speak with the cig in her mouth, she gives him a small nod, and places the lighter back in his hand.  He grins when her fingers drag over his before she pulls her hand away.

“Alright, don’t overthink it,” He says, leaning forward a little closer with the lighter in hand.  “I’ll light it, and all you gotta do is breathe in.  Not too harsh, just a little inhale, got it?” 

She shrugs and nods, certain she could understand the complexities of smoking a cigarette, but she had a feeling that Gojo Satoru liked knowing what to do, and showing her what to do, so she let him.  It couldn’t hurt, right? If she fed his ego just a little bit? 

With a flick of his thumb a small flame erupts, and soon the end of the cigarette is burning.  Just as he said, she takes in a short breath, just enough to feel the smoke touch her lungs.

Her eyes meet his when he pulls the lighter away, but he stays sitting closely in front of her.  Even through the dark lenses he always kept perched on his nose she could tell that he was eager to watch her reaction.

She rips the stick from her mouth and coughs, and even once all the smoke is expelled, she sticks her tongue out with the desire to rid her mouth of the terrible flavor.  

Gojo chuckles quietly, taking the cigarette from between her fingers as he stands up for a moment.  He’s sitting again just a second later, passing her a bottle of water that she takes and chugs down greedily.  He’s still laughing when he passes the cigarette to the window dwellers.

“So you were right, huh?” He asks her after she’s got half the water down.

She nods back at him, taking a few more gulps to soothe the ache in her chest from her own coughing.

“But at least you tried it?” 

Finally pulling the bottle away, she turns to face him again.  Her brows are pinched together with annoyance, but there’s a flicker of a smile on her lips that Satoru can’t ignore.  It makes his heart beat at a disastrously wild pace. It makes him grin.

“Oh, I’ll be telling everyone you peer pressured me,” She tells him assuredly, to which he scoffs, but before he could argue, she continues.  “But… at least I tried it” 

The momentary defensive stature he’d taken relaxes just as quickly, and he even laughs a bit.

“Atta girl, Special Grade,” He teases.  “That’s the spirit” 

She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling as she picks up her magazine and settles back against the wall in a comfortable position.  Gojo doesn’t have much interest in fashion, but he sits beside her and follows along as she flips through it anyways.  

She supposes it’s because he has no interest in smoking with the others, that this was the better option.  He supposes it’s just because her shampoo smelled so light and fruity that he wouldn’t mind lingering around just a bit longer.

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[gojo s.] are you up?? 1:46 a.m.

[y/n] it’s almost 2. 1:47 a.m.

[gojo s.] fast response! so ur wide awake! :D 1:47 a.m.

[gojo s.] put on something warm and come to the window 1:48 a.m.

Gawking at her phone, (y/n’s) sure this is just some kind of stupid joke.  There was no way if she peeked out her window now that Gojo Satoru would be standing out there.  This late at night? On a Tuesday? They had training tomorrow bright and early- and wasn’t there a curfew?

She’s not sure what comes over her when she actually shuffles out of her warm covers and tiptoes over to the window.  Peeking through the curtain just to be sure wouldn’t hurt, right? 

Sure enough, when she pulls the curtain aside just enough to look outside, Gojo Satoru is standing out there.  He must’ve been expecting her to check, because he’s looking straight at her, grinning from ear to ear before he waves.

(y/n) shuts the curtain and snatches her phone off the bed.  Just as she begins to furiously type, she’s getting an incoming call.  With a huff, she answers it and brings the phone to her ear.

“Gojo Satoru, what the hell are you doing outside my-” 

“I knew you’d be down!” He’s shouting before she could finish her scolding, and (y/n) winces as she tilts the speaker of her phone away from her ear to relieve the ringing he’d caused.  “Get dressed and hop on out!” 

“Hop on out-? What are you talking about?” 

“Don’t you wanna go do something fun?” 

“Right now?” She lets out a humorless laugh.  “Gojo, it’s the middle of the night, I’ve been trying to sleep” 

“I can’t sleep either,” He replies, completely missing the point, but it’s only then that she starts to hear him out.  “I need a midnight snack,” He adds, this time his voice filled with it’s usual syrupy level of glee.  “I’m sure it’d help you, too!” 

It’s a ridiculous idea.  She had training in about five hours from now, and so far tonight she hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep.  Gojo Satoru might’ve been all powerful, but that didn’t mean he had power over her, he couldn’t just make her go because he wanted a snack and company to go along with it.  It would be incredibly easy to tell him no and hang up the phone, and it would keep her out of trouble, too.  A double win.

Yet, she’s at her dresser and pulling off her pajamas before she’s even given him a verbal response.

“I hear movement, are you getting dressed?” He asked her, full of hope and excitement.

“Yes,” She huffs as she gets into her uniform slacks.  They were the only pants she owned that weren’t pajamas- and there was no way she was going out in the middle of the night with Gojo Satoru in hello kitty pajamas.

After throwing her jacket over her tee shirt and buttoning it up enough, she crept back over to her window, pulling open the curtains properly, her phone still in her hand.

“Oh good-!” 

Before he could finish whatever he was saying, she snaps her phone shut and slides it into her back pocket.  She needed both hands to slide the window open, at least if she wanted to do it carefully enough that it didn’t creak and squeak when she did so.

Even from a story below, she can tell that Gojo is pouting at his own phone before he puts it away.  He seems to get over it once she’s got her window open and she’s swinging a leg out, though.

“Come on down, Juliet, I’ll catch you!” He hollers, louder than he should have.

(y/n) swings her other leg out, sitting on the window sill almost completely leaning out of the building.

“Move out of the way, Gojo” She hisses down at him, but he only extends his arms, waving his fingers at her to prompt her to come down already.

He’d been pacing around out here for the last forty-five minutes debating on texting her, so he was antsy to finally get going.

Giving up, (y/n) pushed off the window sill, and landed on her feet with ease and perfect balance seconds later.  She certainly didn’t need him to catch her, but he’s right in front of her anyways, hands settling on her shoulders as if she wasn’t standing before him in perfect condition.

“Good?” He asks, and he’s still grinning ear to ear, but it’s a little different.

She’s not sure how she didn’t notice before, but he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses.  She could see the crinkles at the corners of his bright blue eyes when he smiled.  For a half a second, she could’ve gotten lost in the cerulean waves swirling in his irises.  His eyes were bright even in the dark, they practically gave the illusion of glowing.

“Yeah- yeah,” She chokes on her answer, and quickly averts her gaze before he could tease her for staring at him so blatantly.  “Let’s just get going, I don’t want to get caught” 

“I’d never get us caught,” Gojo scoffs, apparently offended that she could even think such a thing.  “Besides, you’ve got a clean track record, you’d probably get off easy anyways” 

She rolls her eyes at him as they start their trek off campus, but she can’t help the small smile of amusement on her face.  Gojo wasn’t wrong, she did have a squeaky clean record, which she’d proudly maintained since transferring here, but now…

It wasn’t that she was aiming to rebel, she didn’t need to do anything crazy, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t live a little… right? And what was one trip to a twenty-four hour convenience store in the grand scheme of things? 

“Has anyone ever told you you’re obnoxious?” She asks, but her voice betrays her with soft fondness, and it’s obvious that Gojo notices with the way he looks over at her with the largest, stupidest grin on his face.

“Never with a straight face,” He replies, only to laugh when he catches her smiling at him as soon as he looks at her.  She wants to roll her eyes again, but she doesn’t.  She just laughs with him and doesn’t argue.  “You can admit you like my company, I won’t tell anyone,” He adds, only partially teasing.  “”Promise” 

“You better keep that promise,” (y/n) mutters back.  “For whatever her odd reason, Shoko thinks I’m cool, and I’d like to keep that status” 

“That’s because you perform your twisted little cursed technique on her every time she asks,” Gojo says.  “Shoko’s got an obsession with the occult, and you are certainly all things occult” 

The corner of her lips tilt into a smirk.  She wouldn’t necessarily agree, but he wasn’t wrong about her cursed technique.  With the ability to access anyone’s thread of fate- that little string hidden in their soul that keeps them alive as long as it’s intact- her cursed technique was a bit more involved than the other Special Grades’ she’d met thus far.  

It was gruesome when executed on an assignment, Gojo had seen it first hand only once.  With a plunge of her hand into a curse’s body she’d retrieve the thread, and rip it apart with both fists.  The curse was exorcized immediately and they called it a day sooner than expected.

Shoko, however, enjoyed seeing it the way anyone liked a party trick.  She’d clasp her hands together and beg for (y/n) to open up her soul for her.  All of her hours spent in the morgue and the lab might’ve been warping her curiosity, but she was always delighted when cursed energy would encase (y/n’s) hand and she’d reach right into her body as if she phased right through the skin and bones, before retrieving that solid black thread.

“Are you saying that I’m not cool?” (y/n) asks Gojo suddenly, and she’s only messing with him, but he backtracks instantly.

“I never said that!” He shouts, his voice echoing over the empty path they walked into town.  “You’re easily the coolest person I’ve ever met, (y/l/n) (y/n).  You put the special in Special Grade for sure!” 

That has her rolling her eyes again, even though she’s laughing at the stupid line.

“There are more interesting qualities about you than a cursed technique, that’s all,”

The sudden genuine comment has her laughter fading and a look of quiet surprise overtaking her features when she looks back at him.  He’s already staring at her, with that stupid grin and his prying eyes that seemed a little softer now.  He had these moments often, where in the midst of his teasing and nonsense, he’d say something so deeply real, and she knew it, that it would practically knock the wind out of her.  Like right now, where all she can do is stare at him and wait for him to say something else.

“Like, yeah, I have the Six Eyes and I’m mastering Infinity and sure, I suppose I am the strongest being on this earth, maybe ever,” He starts to ramble, and (y/n) can practically feel the idiot comment making it’s way out.  “But I’m more than that.  I’m also… really handsome,” 

She snorts, before a short burst of giggles follows and she shakes her head.  Just as expected, Gojo Satoru will always bury the real feelings under the perfectly tailored facade.

“What? It’s true!” He barks in offense when she laughs.  “I’m ridiculously handsome- it’s almost too much hotness for one man to carry alone!” 

“Uh-huh” 

“So you agree? I’m ridiculously handsome?” He grins like he actually caught her in something, and she laughs again.

“I didn’t say that,” But she didn’t exactly deny it either, did she? “But more importantly, you’re ridiculously rich, and you’re buying me mochi, too” 

And just like him, she’ll bury the budding sparks of feelings she doesn’t want to admit she has in order to preserve something more long lasting.  Friendship.  She’d never had friends like this before, people who understood her so deeply, people who took an interest in her even when their interests didn’t align.  Gojo Satoru especially took an interest, and she had a feeling he enjoyed making her push her limits, because she enjoyed letting him do it.

“Pfft, fine,” Satoru mutters in mock annoyance.  “Was jus’ gonna buy it anyways” 

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After that, Gojo Satoru has a knack for getting (y/n) to sneak out of her dorm past curfew.  He wasn’t always dragging her off campus, oftentimes they’d just sit on the roof, or wander the courtyards, but there was the occasional midnight snack run that he’d insist on taking her on.  One time he insisted on showing her how he’d refined his technique, so she sat around for a good two hours while he just showed off.  This wasn’t necessarily out of character for him, so she sat and gave him her attention even though her time would’ve been much better spent sleeping.

Unfortunately, and unknown to him, the feelings that she was developing for him had started to accelerate.  It seemed that with every night he came to her window to pester her, her heart simply couldn’t feel irritation towards him.  Not that he couldn’t get under skin, it’s just that he managed to settle in there.  To the point where when she was away from him, she found herself counting down the time until she’d get to be near him again.

It was almost pathetic, when she really thought about it.  Missing the boisterous presence of Gojo Satoru was laughable.  At first she buried the idea, but she wasn’t one to live a life of denial, and no sooner than he could next drag her out in the middle of the night did she accept that she was actually falling for the Six Eyes user.  Their friends would poke fun at her if they knew- which they did, but this wasn’t due to her actually telling them.

But it was unable to be helped.  He always found a way to make her heart skip a beat before it picks up in pace.

“I think Nanami is a worthy sorcerer, I don’t have any problem with his company” She shrugs with her words, before leaning back on her elbows.  

The tiles of the roof weren’t the most comfortable to sit on, but they often found themselves lounging around there anyways.  Maybe it was because it was the perfect place to view the stars, or maybe conversation just seemed to come so much easier up there.

“It’s nothing to do with that,” Satoru mutters, a bitterness to his words that she didn’t often hear from him.  He was always overbearingly sweet or chipper with his speech.  Maybe it was the roof that brought on a sudden change in tone, or maybe it was because they were something he couldn’t hold back.  “You’re more than capable of taking that assignment alone.  You’re Special Grade.  You don’t need some first year- or anyone- to partner up with you,” 

Just as she’s about to open her mouth to come to Nanami Kento’s defense, she seals her lips tight.  It wasn’t about Nanami’s ability at all, she realized, as Gojo set his gaze firmly on the horizon.  It was about hers.

“The higher ups never want to admit when someone is stronger than them, probably ‘cause they’re scared we’ll overthrow them, or something,” He mumbles the last part, but (y/n) has a feeling there’s more feelings brewing beneath the surface of his bitterness.  “They want to morph into this strong… thing… but then as soon as you actually achieve their ridiculous expectations they’ll spend the rest of your life doing everything they can to remind you that you’re not…” He trails off for a moment, and even though he’s refusing to look at her, she can see emotion flickering in the corner of his eye.  He lets out a sigh before finishing his thought,  “... good enough”

(y/n’s) quiet as she lets it sink in.  She doesn’t want to speak too soon and lead him to assume she’d brushed off all he said, but before she could accurately voice her thoughts, he turns to her and releases an airy laugh.

His lips are curved into a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and (y/n) can’t help but frown before he even says anything.

“I don’t think that came out right-” 

“No, it did,” She interrupts him gently.  She gives him a small nod of her head, understanding perfectly what he was saying.  It was a warning, but it was also a compliment to her abilities, and she wanted him to know that she appreciated it in it’s entirety.  Surprisingly, Satoru shuts his mouth.  “If taking on partnered assignments is what gets me through the rest of my time here, I’ll do it,” She explains, and she watches as his forced smile begins to crumple with disappointment.  “Besides, it’s good for Nanami to get the experience too, yeah?” She muses, but Satoru’s expression doesn’t flinch.  He doesn’t even blink.  “I have to fall somewhere in between being a good sorcerer and being a good upperclassman, too” 

“You’re already doing that,” He points out, almost rudely, but his adamance makes her heart stutter.  “You’re a Special Grade, and you already train and tutor the others, what more could possibly be asked of you?”

His upset is evident in his features, but the creases of his frown and pinched brows only deepen when (y/n) lets out a soft laugh.  It’s quiet, but genuine nonetheless.  She couldn’t help but find comfort and amusement in his determination.

“Sorry,” She murmurs when she realizes her laughter only fueled his irritation.  “I’m just amazed that Gojo Satoru is so worried about my reputation” 

“I’m not- (y/n), it’s about more than- ugh,” He huffs after he stumbles too much and loses sight of what he was really trying to say.  This time, (y/n) stifles her laughter behind sealed lips, but the slight movement in her shoulders still gives her away.  Satoru turns away again, his face growing warm as he finally mumbles in defeat, “I just don’t want them taking advantage of you, too” 

(y/n’s) smiling at him, although he can only sort of tell with his peripheral vision.  She leans forward and tilts her head, trying to get him to turn towards her again, but he refuses.  He can’t have her seeing the creeping blush on his face, after all.

“Thank you, Satoru” She tells him, and it’s the first time she’s called him by his forename alone- she tended to call him Gojo Satoru just to spite him- but hearing it now, spoken in such a small but genuine voice, it has him giving in and looking over at her so quickly it’s almost embarrassing to give her such a noticeable reaction.  His eyes are wide and his mouth is snapped shut, worried it’d go completely dry if he left it open.

Gojo Satoru is fairly certain he’s never experienced what falling in love felt like, but he’d never tried to seek it out, either.  He was content with his life, he felt as though he checked all the right boxes, with being born the strongest sorcerer, having the greatest friends in the world, he’d never really considered what having more would look like.

Right now, it looked like (y/e/c) eyes and a shy smile.

As suspected, his mouth goes dry when he opens it.

“You’re… welcome” He answers slowly, and it’s a bit awkward but (y/n) doesn’t point it out.  She simply leans back on her arms again and turns her attention back towards the stars.

In a few minutes she’d strike up conversation again and they’d spend the rest of their night chatting aimlessly about nothing special in particular, but neither one wanted to be the first to alert the other of the time.  So they’d sit there until the sunrise would peek over the horizon, and slowly, but eventually, they’d sneak back into the building with tired goodbyes and plans to meet up with their friends during lunch like they always did.

Everything was exactly as it always was.  But it was undeniably different.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Satoru scoffs when Shoko tells him about a party she’d been invited to by a non-sorcerer she and (y/n) ran into while in town.  A non-sorcerer party sounds like the perfect way to waste an evening.  Although he won’t admit he feels relief that neither one of them actually planned on going, and he knows that (y/n) already tucked herself in her room for the night.  

She’s probably studying, he thinks to himself fondly.  It was a friday night, sure, she should be doing something fun with her evening, but he’d much rather have her here than out doing who knows what at some lame party.

“He was cute too, can’t believe she turned him down,” 

That little comment had him snapping back into conversation- he might’ve tuned Shoko out a bit when she started going on about the cashier giving her a hard time over her less-than-authentic ID for her smokes- but now all of his senses were tuned back into what she was saying.

Shoko rolls her eyes when his head swivels at super human speed.  She’s not offended that he’d so clearly been ignoring her, not when it’s so amusing that she brought him back to earth the only way she knew how- by praying on his jealousy and pride.  Oldest trick in the book, she smirked to herself.  She and Suguru had mastered this trick ages ago.

“Wonder why she’d do such a thing” She mutters in mock curiosity, before pulling out her new pack of cigarettes and sticking one between her lips.  Satoru narrows his eyes at her, picking up on the lack of subtlety.  It wasn’t often that he did so.

“You’re blaming me for (y/n) not being interested in some random non-sorcerer?” He laughs humorlessly at the notion, and Shoko mirrors it with a laugh of absolute humor.

“She’s your most favorite Special Grade, isn’t she?” She muses, plucking the cigarette from her lips to exhale the smoke in her lungs before she presses him again.  “If it weren’t for you, she’d be out living her life for once” 

“You’re acting like I keep her from doing anything-” 

“I’m not,” Shoko shrugs, her expression turning bored.  “I was actually trying to insinuate that she’d rather hang around here getting in trouble with you than doing, I don’t know, normal things.  Like parties.  And… other things that happen at parties” She finishes with a smirk before she sticks the cigarette back in her mouth to puff some more.

Satoru flusters, not having a quick witted comment to come back at her with.  His silence is just as damning, however, and Shoko begins to laugh again, plumes of smoke puffing out as she does so.

“She’s probably never even been to a party,” She says, as if talking to herself, but Satoru’s well aware that she’s just luring him into her trap.  

Now, he’s not completely sure what that trap is, some sort of admission of guilt he assumes, but for what? 

“She’d probably love the scene.  Dancing, mingling.  Non-sorcerers would love her for sure.  She could do her whole ‘there is no god, only I control your fate’ thing, they’d eat that up” 

“She said that one time-” 

“Yeah, and it was badass,” Shoko cuts him off.  “I got chills and I wasn’t even there,” She pulls up the sleeve of her jacket then, chuckling when she finds the little hairs on her arms standing up.  “See? Chills” 

Satoru swats her arm out of his face when she shoves it in front of him.

“What are you getting at? Are you asking me to take her? I don’t want to go to a party with a bunch of strangers whose collective idea of a good time is alcohol poisoning and shitty music” 

“Harsh, Satoru, who’s got your panties in a bunch?” 

He could teleport away right now, before Suguru even completely approaches the two of them, but isn’t it all the more damning if he turns and runs? He doesn’t make a decision before Suguru has joined them at their usual table in the courtyard.  Shoko’s passing him a cigarette without any words exchanged.

“Guess” She speaks in monotone as she hands him her lighter.

“I’m leaving” Satoru finally decides, stuffing his hands in his pockets, surely about to stomp away.  The other two snicker between one another.

“Awe c’mon, don’t be like that, Satoru” Suguru calls, but he doesn’t try to chase down his sulking friend.

“When ya get to (y/n’s) can you remind her she still has my spare jacket?” Shoko hollers, which is followed by the sound of her and Suguru bursting into a fit of laughter.

Satoru warps with a huff before they could continue obnoxiously yelling at his back.  He barely wipes the scowl off his face before he’s knocking on the door he reappears at.

“It’s open!” Is called from inside, but he’s still cautious when he slides it open.

(y/n’s) at her desk, one earbud in her ear and one hanging in front of her.  She’s surrounded by piles of books and papers, not to mention the highlighter in her hand and the pen tucked above her ear.  She’d clearly been busy with her studies, but when she looks up to see who her visitor was, she picks up her iPod Shuffle and hits pause before she plucks the other bud out of her ear.

“What a surprise,” She greets him with a warm smile.  “To see you actually using the door, that is,” 

That cracks a smile on his unusually sour face, and (y/n) leans back in her chair, already forgetting the work in front of her as she takes him in.  Her arms cross over her chest as her brow furrows just a little bit.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Something has to be wrong for me to stop by?” He asks, leaning back into the doorway.  “Can’t I just be a good friend and come say hi?” 

She raises a brow at him.

“Hi” She says with a smile too sweet to be real, or at least he thinks.

Satoru rolls his eyes, but his own smile is more genuine than he’d like to admit.

“Hi,” He replies.  (y/n) smiles a little wider.  “Is this really your plan for the night?” He asks, wagging his finger in a circular motion at the pile of work she had before her.

“It was,” She claims.  “But I have this odd feeling… like you’re about to drag me off…?” She can barely contain her delight, even as she presses her finger against her pursed lips in mock curiosity.

“Take you away from your studies? Who do you think I am, Special Grade? A bad influence?” 

“And apparently a mind reader, too” She quips.

“Well… do you want me to drag you out of here or not?” 

It’s only a dizzy spell from Satoru’s warping later that they find themselves in the middle of a neighborhood, in front of a house she doesn’t recognize.  Needless to say, it was not a usual spot for them.

“A house party?” (y/n) furrows her brows at him, before glancing down at herself.  She’d ditched her uniform jacket at least, but she was still in black slacks and her white tee shirt.  “You couldn’t have told me to wear something different?” 

Satoru frowns, before mirroring her actions.  In the same pants and a black tee shirt himself, he takes offense to her insinuation.

“You don’t think I make this look good?” He pouts.

“I think we look like we’re in costumes- what are we doing here, anyways?” She asks.

“Shoko told me about it,” He says, before taking a step towards the house.  “C’mon let’s go in” 

Begrudgingly, she follows him, even though she’s still completely unsure of the whole thing.

“This is really what you wanted to do?” She asks, and Satoru doesn’t miss the way she stiffens when he lets himself into the house without even a knock.  She supposes knocking or ringing the doorbell would have been pointless, seeing as the music playing inside was so loud the bass could be heard from the front yard, but it unsettles her nonetheless.

No, he thinks.

But what he says is; “Why not?” with that big dumb grin of his that tells her she should keep her guard up tonight.

It’s strange that she can trust him with her life while simultaneously not trusting him in the slightest at this moment.

The house party is picture perfect, captured like every movie scene depicting a house party ever.  Countless bodies inhabiting the open living room, the staircase, and the few hallways she could see just from stepping through the door.  It seems everyone’s either holding a plastic cup, a beer bottle, a cigarette, or some combination of the three.  When they take a few steps in and she doesn’t feel any weird stares, her stomach starts to settle, but the voice in the back of her mind still whines that she should’ve at least changed into a pair of jeans.

Satoru’s not taking any of it in- at all.  Despite his Six Eyes, he hardly notices the bustling of dancing bodies, or bodies trying to push through the crowd.  The music is at just the right volume to ring in his ears in a way that will ache tomorrow, but he doesn’t register the melody enough to identify the song, and he doesn’t try, either.  He’s far more charmed by the way (y/n) takes it all in with complete enamourment and intrigue than he could be by the scene itself.

The scene itself was unimpressive.  A loud, smoky atmosphere that had his skin crawling before even attempting to walk through the crowd of people made him want to wince.  He tried to keep his expression as neutral as he could, not wanting to take away from (y/n’s) experience, but when his eyes surveyed the place, they squinted with disgust.  It was even starting to smell.

“What first, hm?” He turned towards her in an attempt to block out the setting they found themselves in.  If only he could turn off his Six Eyes and tunnel vision completely on her.  “Body shots? Dancing?” 

(y/n) scoffs, but a humored smile curls on her lips as she meets his gaze.

“How about just a drink?”

“A shot?” 

“One beer” 

His grin twitches, before he gives her a nod and takes off into the crowd that had his Infinity flickering on instantaneously.  Satoru’s got his sights set straight on the kitchen, it seems a little less crowded in there, and the array of coolers and bottles on the counter was the most appealing thing about this place.  

(y/n) let her eyes wander every person they passed, taking in everything she could.  Every smile, every laugh, every outfit and anything else there was to take note of.  A few people noticed her curious staring, some waved, some seemed indifferent, some stared back, but nothing captured her attention quicker than Satoru tapping her on the shoulder once they’d reached the kitchen.  He’s already holding a bottle out to her, and she takes it with a quiet thank you.

He takes it back from her moments later when she tries to unscrew the bottle cap.  The grin she knows to be cautious of returns as he points a finger at it, thumb outstretched, and with a quiet zap the cap flies off.  Surprisingly, he doesn’t completely shatter the bottle with his abundance of cursed energy, but the bottle cap does go flying, and they hear a distant ‘ow!’.

“I could’ve found a bottle opener” (y/n) tells him, but he knows she was at least a little bit impressed by his finite control over his technique.

“But ya already got one,” He quips with pride.  She stifles her laugh by raising the bottle to her lips, taking a few long drinks.  Satoru’s eyebrows almost raise to his hairline, a shocked laugh belting out of him when she finishes.

“I figured you’ve never had a drop to drink before” He says when she gives him a confused look.

“I haven’t” She confirms.  Satoru keeps his mouth shut after that.

They spend a few hours at the house party, to both of their surprise.  There’s some mingling, (y/n) seemed to enjoy meeting new people, and drunk people seemed to enjoy flocking to her.  Girls thought her attire was badass, guys liked talking to a girl that talked back- at least until Satoru’s face would screw up enough that they’d leave.  Other than a few offers of phone numbers, he couldn’t say he hated the whole party setting.

But his acceptance of the whole ordeal might have had less to do with the party being fun and more to do with the company he kept for the night.  As much as (y/n) moved about to enjoy every aspect of the simple party, she had a habit of sticking as close to his side as possible.  If she was walking away, her hand was latching onto his, or his elbow, to keep him moving with her.  If they were surrounded in a tightly packed space, she was glued to his side, tucked under her arm and pressed against him from torso to leg.  Satoru deducted that he’d never show up to one of these things alone, but if she asked him? Hell, he might agree without thinking twice.

“Hear me out- hear me out!” She doesn’t need to tell him twice, but she shouts when she repeats herself just to be sure that Satoru can hear her clearly.  “I think we should throw our- our own party, back at- back at home” 

It’s cute that she calls it home, he thinks.  Logically, he knows it’s because she’s never really had a solid place to land before Yaga scouted her and took her in, but it still has a way of making his heart flutter with the idea of her involving him in her idea of home.  

They’ve taken a break from chatting with strangers, to Satoru’s relief, and right now he had her attention all to himself.  They were currently wallflowering in a corner between the hallway and the living room, a water bottle being passed between them, although he tried to keep it more in her hands than his, considering she out drank him rather quickly.

“I dunno, Suguru and Shoko aren’t really party animals,” He replies, earning a bubbly giggle from her, which he takes to mean she agrees.  “I think you might just be enjoying yourself too much” 

“No such thing,” She argues with a definitive shake of her head.  “And don’t lie, you’re having fun, too!” 

She’s shouting a bit again, and Satoru laughs.  Shoko and Suguru wouldn’t believe him later when he tells them about how cute she was when she was tipsy and talkative.  Oh well, he’d have to enjoy it for himself first hand.  He already couldn’t get enough of it, of her eager attention.  He’s so wrapped up in it he’s been leaning closer and closer each time she speaks.  Until he’s practically hanging onto the corner of the wall, pressing closer to the side she’d been leaning against.

“I wouldn’t attribute that to this party” He scoffs, almost rudely as he glances at the remaining people.  

There’s a couple making out on the couch, a circle forming at the bottom of the stairs with a bong being slowly passed around, a few people are passed out on open furniture, at least one person sleeping on the floor- and he can only imagine what’s going on upstairs.

When he looks back at her, her eyes are already focused on his.  Round and full of pure delight, as if this had been the greatest night of her life.  Satoru pushes his sunglasses on top of his head, revealing the slight squint in his gaze.  (y/n) tilts her head curiously when she catches the furrow forming in his brows, too.

“What?” She asks him, still studying his puzzled expression.  It’s a bit difficult, with his pretty eyes on display, her mind was a little one track at the moment and it was hard to focus on anything other than the perfect cerulean oceans.

“How come you never went out ‘n did this stuff before moving here?” 

Her shoulders rise and fall unceremoniously.  

“I guess cause no one ever dragged me into doing them.  Teleporters were in short supply, too” She laughs at her own joke, and Satoru cracks a smile, reveling in her amusement.

“Well aren’t you in luck, then,” He hums, and he admits his insides are starting to feel doughy when he’s the object her soft gaze is so set on, and it’s probably about time to convince her to head home, but that would mean ruining her fun, and he can’t bring himself to do so just yet.  “Did you get to have all the synthetically produced fun you wanted?” He teases, and she shrugs again, but this time the motion is gentler, more careful.

“I had a good time with you,” The reply is genuine, making it all the more hard hitting to his heart.  Even his Infinity couldn’t protect him from that.  Her eyes finally tear away from his, only to glance over the dwindling crowd of drunken bodies.  “You sort of scared off all my kiss options though” 

“Kiss options?” He repeats with a laugh, taking her comment for a joke.  When she looks up at him again, he can tell in her deluded, drunken mind, she’d been absolutely serious.  “You’re joking.  You wanted to kiss one of these clowns?” He clicks his tongue in displeasure, but her expression doesn’t waver.

“It’s a bit late for it now.  But I figured it was as good a time as any to get it out of the way,” She says, in that light but serious tone again, and now Satoru feels his heart dropping.  “Oh well,” She sighs, leaning further into the wall, until her head rested against it.  “Another time…” 

“What, it’s on your bucket list to kiss some rando?” He teases half-heartedly.  

Had she been trying to make a move on someone all night? Now Satoru’s mind was racing with thoughts that made his stomach twist into knots.  Had he misread their entire evening? Had she been trying to ditch him? Was he the one clinging to her? Well, he’d clung a little bit, but it felt natural to wrap his arm around her waist and keep her close! His heart started hammering in his chest as the nasty feeling in his gut began to climb up his throat.

“No,” She says, laughing under her breath at the idea.  “Just wanted to get the first one over with” 

Gojo’s eyes widen almost comically, before he leans in and drops his voice to a whisper, as if to spare her any embarrassment.

“As in first kiss?” He mutters, eyes darting around just to be sure no one else could hear.  (y/n’s) laughter bubbles at his dramatic display, and takes no offense to it at all, simply nodding her head.

“Yeah, as in first kiss,” She repeats with the same secretive act, before laughing again.  “Don’t act all surprised now” 

“Baby, I’m not acting,” The pet name falls off his tongue sarcastically, but he can’t deny it feels a bit too natural.  “You’ve never kissed anyone?” 

“Nope” She pops her lips and shakes her head.

“And of all places you wanted to kiss someone here?” He asks, his lips curling into a grimace as he recalled the candidates from earlier.  The pickings weren’t exactly ripe.

“It was just a kiss,” She rolls her eyes at his reaction.  “I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, Satoru, I just wanted to know what it was like.  Figured it might come up organically in a party setting” 

Satoru sticks his tongue out and gags.

“Absolutely not.  Why didn’t you just say somethin’? I would’ve kissed ya” 

“That doesn’t count” She shakes her head, and he narrows his eyes back at her.

“And why not?” He asks, clearly offended.  “I’ll have you know I’m a great kisser!” 

“Oh yeah? Your hand told you so?” (y/n) snickers, and Satoru’s pout noticeably worsens.  “I don’t want a pity kiss, I want a real kiss.  Y’know, so I can be good at it before it… really matters” 

“It would be a real kiss, dummy, what difference does it make?” He’s not following her logic, and he can’t tell if it’s drunk (y/n) logic or if this had been on her mind all night.

She blinks at him, the humor in her features fading away the longer he stares back at her and she begins to realize he’s being serious.  Her brows twitch, and her mouth opens but no words come out.  What was she supposed to say? Yes, kiss me now!? It felt awkward to suddenly rush into it and accept his offer.  But she also didn’t want to let the moment pass and regret it later.

“It won’t be weird,” Satoru purses his lips and shakes his head with as much nonchalance as he can muster.  It’s as though he’s reading her mind, and the thought of taking him up on it makes her face feel warm.  “Besides, I would be a bad friend letting you have a bad first kiss with some non-sorcerer that doesn’t know what he’s doing” 

“You’d feel bad?” A small laugh escapes her as she teases him, tilting her chin up at him.  Satoru nods his head from side to side with uncertain confirmation.  “Okay then” 

“Okay?” He repeats.

“Yeah” 

“You’ll let me?” 

It’s an odd way of phrasing it, she’ll let him kiss her, as if he was the one seeking it out in the first place.  However Satoru was simply doing her a favor, wasn’t he? Helping her get the first one out of the way.  He’d much rather he do it himself than let any of the idiots she met tonight get the chance.  But that’s just because they weren’t worthy like he was, and that was a fair assessment, wasn’t it? 

He swallows the lump in his throat with only a little difficulty before she nods back at him and gives him a hum of approval.  She’ll actually let him.

When he doesn’t make a move, she tilts her head at him in confusion.

“Well?” 

“Well come on,” He beckons her, before taking her by the hand and pulling her away from the wall they’d been hugging for the better part of an hour.  “Can’t have it be in some stranger’s house, might as well get a better view than that, yeah?” 

He grins at her as he half guides and half drags her outside.  She’s a little lost on his logic, because it was just a kiss wasn’t it? Did the setting really matter? Although once they’re outside she has to admit the moon’s luminescence did provide a nicer atmosphere.  A smile graces her face as she admires the sky, until Satoru stops them.

“Here’s good,” He decides, grinning back at her.  “Got a speech planned? Anyone you want to thank?” 

“Well, I never thought I’d make it this far,” She giggles as she goes along with the bit.  “I suppose at the end of it all I only have myself to thank, really-” 

“Ahem” 

“Oh, and of course Gojo Satoru, for the wonderful opportunity,” She corrects, barely containing her laughter through her made-up speech.  Satoru brightens, grinning from ear to ear at her delight.  “I think that’s all I got” 

He chuckles, before taking a step forward and closing the already small distance between them.  Her breath hitches in her throat as reality sets in.  She didn’t really think about actually kissing Satoru until he was close enough that his cologne wafted past her nose, and her eyes naturally fell to the pink curve of his lips.

“I’m not kissin’ you with your eyes open,” He laughs breathlessly, and her eyes briefly flicker up to his before she lets them shut.  The heat in her face begins to spread down her neck as she holds her breath.  “You need me to count down?” He asks, and he’s only partially joking.

“Just kiss me, ‘toru-” 

He doesn’t need further assurance beyond her impatient little whine, so in one motion he slides hand around the back of her neck, pulling her forehead just as he dipped his head to meet her lips with his.

She’s frozen at first, unmoving under his soft mouth prodding against hers, but he expected as much.  After two seconds, she slowly and carefully kisses him back, still nervous she’d do something wrong.

Her hands are planted firmly at her sides, and her eyes are squeezed shut, but she still cherishes every second of the simple kiss.  How sweet his lips taste, how warm and welcoming they are, how much she’d like to stand there and kiss him for a few minutes more…

When she pulls away to catch her breath that she’d been holding in for far too long, Satoru’s hand lingers at the nape of her neck.  His fingers twitch, indecisive in what to do next.

Kissing her again wasn’t the right move… was it? 

“Thank you,” She tells him softly, her blush prominent on her face even in the dark.  “Should we get going now?” 

He could almost laugh at how quickly she moved on if it didn’t sting a little.  He hides it behind a smile as he nods his head in agreement, getting ready to warp them back home.

“You could’ve thanked my hand in your speech too” He teases as she wraps her arms round one of his, mentally preparing for the dizzying effect of teleportation.

“Shut up” She giggles back before they disappear from the scene.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Satoru’s never turned down (y/n’s) company.  He’s never wanted her to be away from him, and he’d never ask her to, either.  There was no one whose presence he delighted in more than hers- and he was starting to really come to terms with what that meant.

“You should go to bed,” He tells her, for the third time tonight.

There was no reason for him to stay up on guard with him.  He had surveillance covered while Suguru and Riko slept.  There was no sense in (y/n) staying up all night and wasting away her energy.  Not when she’d already done so last night, despite his protests then, too.

She’s sitting on the other end of the sofa, a small carton of ice cream in her hands that she was poking around in, trying to scoop out all of the brownie bits first.  She looks like she hadn’t even heard him, but Satoru’s not falling for it.

“Seriously, (y/n), you need rest” He sighs, hoping tonight he’d get through to her.

She hums thoughtfully, her eyes focused on her snack, and Satoru throws his head back against the couch cushion in defeat.

“We could put a movie on, good way to pass time,” She suggests, completely ignoring his request.  “I’ll even let you pick” She adds, shooting him a warm smile.

“You’re not gonna sleep, are you?” Satoru frowns when he turns his head to look at her.  Her smile remains as she shakes her head.

“Nope,” She murmurs sweetly.  “So you might as well pick something to watch” 

She’d pulled this last night, too.  Convincing him to hang out at the beach all night, swimming and stargazing.  He adored her company, he really did, but she hadn’t slept a wink yesterday, and he couldn’t put her through 48 straight hours without it.

He knows she’s exhausted, her eyes were dull, and starting to get puffy from lack of rest.  She did her best keeping up an energetic attitude, especially during the day when Suguru and Riko had still been awake, she’d fooled them almost too easily.  But Satoru knew better.  He knew her better.

“If I put a movie on will you at least lay down?”

Her eyes narrow at him, before she lowers her ice cream to her lap.

“Are you trying to trick me into falling asleep, Satoru?” 

“I’m trying to make sure you’re not going to go delirious because you’re not sleeping a normal human amount-” He tries to argue but she interrupts him.

“You haven’t slept either, hypocrite,” She mutters the last part.  “I’m resting enough just sitting around for the night, aren’t I?” 

“No-” 

“Pick the damn movie, Satoru” 

He huffs, but for some reason he finds himself putting a random disc in the dvd player before he falls onto the sofa again.  (y/n) remains at her end, slowly picking at her ice cream while the movie starts.  Satoru doesn’t have the energy to argue with her- literally, he’s starting to get tired keeping his Infinity up like this- so he sits in silence and watches the tv.  All he can do now is hope that she’ll get tired over time and maybe just pass out.  She couldn’t keep it up forever, could she? 

Two more movies later, Satoru worries he’d grossly underestimated her.  It had been almost six hours- it was nearing four in the morning- and she still reluctantly had her eyes glued to the tv.  He’d tried a few more times to convince her, but all he’d managed was to get her to share a blanket with him.

It hadn’t been enough.  She settled under the fluffy blanket, right up against his side, and still it wasn’t enough coziness to lure her into sleep.  He had to give her some credit for her stubbornness, that was for sure.

Around the 4:30 mark, he feels a weight pressing into his shoulder- well, against the Infinity, and he’s filled with so much hope he almost drops the barrier just to fully enjoy the feeling of her sleeping against him.

Then she alerts him that she’s still awake by speaking.

“Satoru,” It’s soft, so faint that he holds onto hope that she could still drift off.  “If I do fall asleep, you’ll wake me up, won’t you?”

He chuckles, before sliding his arm around her back, making sure to tuck the blanket up to her shoulder before he settles his arm there, keeping her tucked in against him.  He tells himself that this is all to make sure she’ll get some sleep- against her will or not- and that it had nothing to do with how his heart felt full when she snuggled a little deeper into his hold.

“You know I’m not gonna, Special Grade,” He murmurs back.  She grumbles something inaudible, but he assumes it has something to do with the heavier droop of her head.  

After a few minutes, he raises his hand from her shoulder, and slowly presses his fingers against her temple, easing her into a more comfortable position, until eventually he feels her slump completely as she gives in.

He lets their movie keep on rolling once she’s finally asleep against him, it at least held his attention enough to keep him awake.  The hammering of his heart in his chest might’ve also kept his adrenaline kicking for long enough that it wouldn’t have mattered, though.

The following day, (y/n) gives him a few icy glares, just to remind him that she didn’t appreciate his cruel trick.  Riko and Suguru share a few awkward glances as the two half fight and half joke about the whole thing.  They try to remove themselves from the pair’s bantering as much as they can, unable to stand the levels of chemistry they carried into every room.

“Seriously Satoru, it’s going to make me sick,” Suguru mutters to his friend at one point, while (y/n) and Riko are busy wandering the shore for seashells, or something.  “Make a move or don’t, but you’re driving the rest of us mad” 

Satoru laughs, his eyes squinting against the sun even with his shades on.  It was getting exhausting keeping them open, the amount of cursed energy it took to keep up Infinity and his Six Eyes had been giving him headaches all day, but he did his best to hide it.

“You’re just jealous that she likes me more” He says, even though Suguru doesn’t care in the slightest, and he even rolls his eyes to drive that point home.

“Well she’s not gonna like you forever if you keep up this dumb game,” He argues.  “What kind of friends kiss and then don’t do anything about it?”

“I told you that in confidence” Satoru whines.

“You told me in the middle of the night right after it happened,” Suguru reminds him in a plain tone of voice.  “Seriously, we all know she has feelings for you, so stop being a coward” 

“Not a coward,’ Satoru mumbles, kicking at the sand.  “We’re just… sorta in the middle of something here?” He tries to blame it on the assignment, but Suguru gives him a blank look.

“We’re at the beach,” He mutters.  “She’s been staying up with you, too, so do it then, after the rest of us have gone to sleep” He points a finger at him for the last part, making sure it was crystal clear.

“I don’t know.  Maybe” Satoru huffs, and starts to walk away before Suguru could drag the conversation on any longer.

He spends the rest of the afternoon and evening mulling it over.  He’d known how he felt about her for quite some time now, before he’d even kissed her.  The kiss was just the solidification that his feelings were real, and not some romanticized imagination his mind had drawn up.  But he’d never felt love before, and he had no clue how to go about professing it.

He’s antsy when he and (y/n) find themselves on the beach again that night, long past sunset, long past when everyone else had gone to bed.  They’re both seated on a towel to keep their clothes clear of sand, but with their feet digging into the soft grains it didn’t matter, the towel became a mess anyways.

“I don’t want you to stay up too late again,” He tells her, although it feels useless.  “It’s just not good for you,” He looks over at her, taking in the darker circles under her eyes, the paleness in her features even after spending the day in the sun.  “And it’s not worth it”

She gives him a bittersweet smile, her head tilting just slightly as she regards his worry.

“It is worth it,” She replies quietly.  “I don’t want you to be alone out here,” She tells him, watching the way his expression falters and softens.  “It’s just not good for you” She mimics him with a laugh for good measure, and he barely cracks a smile, but his worry is still evident.

“Well, when this assignment is over, can you promise to sleep for three days straight to make up for it?” He asks, and she thinks it over for a moment before nodding her head in agreement.

“I suppose,” She answers.  “As long as you do, too,” She adds quickly, “Fair is fair” 

Satoru rolls his eyes, but his smile is a little more genuine this time.

“Alright then, 72 hours of sleep it is,” He gives in.  “But I’m holding you to that promise” 

“I don’t break promises,” She tells him confidently, before a quietness settles between them again.  Her gaze lingers on the low tide rolling in as she lets her mind wander, and before she knows it, she’s speaking up again.  “I know you don’t think you need anyone looking out for you, Satoru,” 

He looks at her right away, tired eyes widening at the sudden seriousness in her tone.  She’s still watching the tide, completely captured by it, but he can tell she’s holding in more.

“But I… I worry about you,” She admits, dropping her head to stare at her lap.  “I don’t want you to take on more than you can handle, I… I don’t want them to take advantage of you anymore,” 

She swallows the lump in her throat before finally working up the courage to look over at him.

“I know that you’re the strongest, and it’s gonna happen but… but I can’t help this feeling like… I’m here too, you know? I can take things on too, assignments, or… this,” She gives him a weak smile, hoping he understands that her sentiment comes from a good place.  “I care about you, you know?” She finishes in a whisper.

Satoru’s eyes shift in between hers as he takes it in.  How ironic, that every reason she has for putting herself through hours without rest, were the exact reasons that he wanted her to get rest.  The corner of his lips tugs into a small smile as he takes her in now, completely.

Her exhaustion is evident, but with the way she’s looking at him now, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone so beautiful.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

In an act of complete selfish desire, he leans over the space between them and plants his lips on hers.  Her eyes widen at first, alarmed by the sudden kiss, and the fact that he’s dropped his Infinity in order to touch her at all, but as soon as the shock starts to wear off her eyes fall shut and she’s kissing him back with all the fervor that she wished she had the first time.

It’s another pleasant surprise when she reaches out and finds her fingertips bumping into his cheekbones, before her entire hands up his warm face and she’s pulling him closer to her, kissing him again- and then again some more.

Satoru’s balance is thrown off from the way he leans against her, but it’s nothing that can’t be fixed when he wraps his arms around the dip in her back and pulls her closer to him.  She obliges with a soft sigh panted against his lips before they’re colliding again.

For all the passion he pours into it- for every ounce of need and impatience he feels, he kisses her slowly, each one lingering a little longer than the last, just to be sure he commits every detail of it to his memory, where it could be preserved in his perfection forever.

He doesn’t let go of her when they finally pull apart, and she doesn’t pull her hands away from his face, either.  They keep each other close, as close as they can while still catching their breath.

Her eyes are wide when they meet his, confused and ecstatic all in one sweet expression that Satoru wants to add to his collection of memories.  He smiles at her as his eyes wander her face leisurely.

“What was that for?” She murmurs, the pad of her thumb rubbing over the delicate curve of his cheekbone with nothing but fondness in her touch.  

He chuckles, warm breath fanning over her lips.  

Wasn’t it obvious?

“Because,” 

His voice is a mere murmur, and for a moment she thinks that might be his entire answer.  She wouldn’t put it past him, but there’s a look in his eyes that resembles longing, and she knows there must be more.

“I love you too”

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

[ summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes // i'm your national anthem ]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

xoxo ~ jordie a/n: i actually had a super rad cursed technique planned for reader but ended up not writing any scenes where she's using it so u WILL see it come up in another fic sometime

[seichv]

“you're squirming a lot for someone who swore they could take it.”

SATORU had your legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounded into you senselessly, one of his big, slender hands made its way down to your clit, rubbing circles on it, causing you to jolt. whiny moans constantly slipped past your lips, and your vision was going black. “so f-fucking good, satoruuu…” both his hands tightly grabbed your thighs now, throwing his head back as a loud groan emits from his chest. his face inched closer to yours as his icy gaze pierced directly into yours. “mhm… feels good, yeah?”

the lewd, wet noises made it all even nastier… his eyes shifted down to watch how tightly your sopping cunt was clenching around him, and he couldn't help but be amused at the view. “haah… you hear that? pussy’s talking to me, huh?” his face still had barely any distance from yours, his eyes were flooded with that lecherous look inside of them… the head of his dick kept reaching that sweet spot inside of you, he was slamming into you like he's fucking a fleshlight.

his strokes were just cruel, he mumbled “uh-huh” with every few moans that came from you. “o-oh my goddd… satoru–!” you couldn't feel an inch of your body, except for just how fucking deep inside he was, balls slapping against your ass leaving the skin there bright red. you had no way to escape no matter how much you thrashed around, he was practically fucking you into the sheets.

“gonna cum for me, baby?” his breath fanned against your face as he spoke, your brows knitting together, complete gibberish was all you were speaking, you made all sorts of grunts and moans that were far from a coherent answer. your legs were spasming and shaking, sweat glistening on your forehead. one of his hands sneaked up to your neck and firmly wrapped around it, saliva dripping onto his hand from your mouth that was hung open widely, your tongue almost lolling out, it looked pornworthy. “i asked you a question, pretty girl.”

“s-shutting your mouth won't be a bad idea.” you replied, slowly coming undone as his hand around your throat tightened its hold, not enough to prevent your breathing but enough to get your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “what was that?” the sound of his voice alone makes you lose yourself, you started to feel your skin tingling with that familiar feeling in your stomach as he practically broke you with each snap his hips made into yours.

“i said shut–” satoru cuts you off with a harsh thrust, your nails almost tearing the sheets from how hard you dug your nails into them as you yelped. he hums, with a wide grin spread across his face that made you want to slap him, even though it was sexy as fuck. your insides began to churn up as you pathetically whined beneath him.

“watch that pretty mouth, sweetheart.”

his cock drilled inside of you at a mean pace, you were going feral with not an inch of composure left. you felt satoru contracting and twitching inside your walls, they were hugging him so good he felt like he was in a trance. you watched his expression, his chest rumbling with loud, shaky groans. the pleasure continuously grew in your core, the ache between your legs overwhelming. you gushed your fluids onto him with a loud cry, your nerves all over the place as your entire body gave out. “oh fuuck—!” he fucked you through your orgasm, working his way to his own release.

“fuuuck…” he shoots his load deep inside of you, holding onto both sides of your waist for dear life as he quivered… beads of sweat trickled down his neck, huffing as he takes a moment to slowly gather his breath. you hear a squelch as he slowly pulls out of your pussy, his eyes following his cum spilling out and running down your folds. he leans down beside you to caress your cheek.

his hands traveled down your thighs as he whispered, chuckling at your fucked out expression and the way your eyes were barely staying open. one of your hands slid down to your pussy, your fingers coating in the mess that was down there. you felt how stretched out you were, your gaping hole making the nastiest sounds just from a simple touch. you sighed, your eyelids going heavy.

maybe you shouldn't watch your mouth more often.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Honkai: Star Rail) Seele, Asta, Feixiao, Firefly, Kafka, Serval, and Acheron pegging their S/O

I'm going to be honest with y'all. I don't even have a good segue or excuse as to why this post is coming from this blog of all places. Gender-neutral also.

NSF-W BELOW THE CUT!

Seele's face heats up so fast that she doesn't even feel cold anymore, despite the fact both her and S/O were wearing nothing.

(Seele) "Y-You...want me to what?"

Upon hearing the request and given the strap to do so, she's still shifting her gaze from the harness and S/O.

(Seele) "...I-I mean, if you're cool with it, I guess."

She was trying her absolute best to keep her cool, and yet...some part of her couldn't deny that this was kinda hot.

Taking a deep breath and after applying the appropriate amount of lube, lays S/O gently onto the bed.

Though in order for her heart to not explode, Seele has S/O laying flat on their stomach, shifting above them.

...Though now she doesn't really know if this position made it better or worse.

(Seele) "You ready?"

After hearing them say yes, she gently inserts into S/O, her breath getting more jagged than S/O's, hearing them moan upon the tip sliding in.

Her heart continued to race as Seele gently pumped into them, the sinful noise filling the room alongside their uneven breaths.

Grabbing their wrists and pinning it onto the mattress, Seele slowly got more into it as lust and confidence began building up, though still making sure not to hurt S/O as she quickened the pace.

As her waist gently bumped into their ass, she leaned further onto S/O, sucking on the skin near their neck hard enough to give them a hickey.

(Seele) "Relax, you wanted me to take the lead, didn't ya?"

It doesn't take terribly long for Seele to start speeding up, her usual bravado quickly coming back.

Asta has bought a few toys here and there (though she will NEVER admit that to anyone) in hopes of getting to use them.

Some of them were stress relievers for herself, but one of them happened to be a very fancy looking strap-on, wondering if she'd ever use it or have someone use it on her.

Though, the former looked like it was happening first, no complaints from Asta.

Putting on the Strap-On in record time (in private, she put it on out of curiousity, again not admitting that to S/O), she lays S/O down missionary style, her eyes hazing over as she grabbed S/O's legs and let them rest on her shoulders.

(Asta) "Tell me when to stop...okay?"

With one hand to adjust the tip, she felt herself sink into S/O, hearing them moan so loudly catching her off guard.

Quickly regaining her momentum, she leaned downward, unintentionally putting S/O into a mating press as she did so.

Feeling them shake underneath her gave Asta all sorts of emotions: though lust and love being chief among them.

With that, she shifted her hands to hold theirs, fingers interlacing between each other before Asta began kissing them.

Her tongue slipped past into their lips as her hips rocked back and forth, hearing S/O moan louder everytime she thrusted.

Though, kissing S/O made Asta slowly give in to her emotions, wanting to hear the cute noises S/O was making more than anything right now.

(Asta) "S/O, I'll keep taking care of you, but...Don't blame me if I get a little carried away, got it?"

Feixiao is taken aback for the briefest moment upon hearing S/O's request.

And then a second later, grows into a very dangerous smirk.

(Feixiao) "Oooh, I think I can provide that, S/O.~"

With a quick lick of her lips pins S/O down onto the bed before kissing them aggressively, almost tearing off their clothes.

...Then it occurred to her:

(Feixiao) "Huh. I...don't actually have a strap-on. Gimme a sec-"

In a quick flash, Feixiao is out of the room with a gust of wind replacing where she was.

And a few seconds later, Feixiao is back with a modest strap-on, lube, and a flushed face.

(Feixiao) "Don't worry, I paid for it! Well, not that they saw anyway. Probably confused as to why a buncha credits are just sitting on their counter now..."

Though she is completely eager to get started, she's still aware that if she was too rough, it wouldn't be enjoyable.

With that in mind, Feixiao slides off her clothes almost instantly, yet takes her time in leaning over S/O and kissing them a little more gently this time.

Her eyes closed as she gave S/O a bright smile, ears twitching as she smooched S/O's lips one last time before pulling the Strap-On up.

(Feixiao) "Now, let's get straight to business, shall we?"

Shifting S/O onto their side, her arms hugged one leg upwards as Feixiao sank into S/O, hearing them yelp. Before she could ask, they reassured her, reminding her to take it slow t least for a second.

Though every instinct in her wanted to absolutely pound S/O, Feixiao nodded and shifted out, the dildo almost falling out before she leaned back in, hearing their breath hitch.

Biting the bottom of her lip, she felt the heat both in her chest and crotch slowly build up, seeing S/O twitch and moan at every little movement.

And all that made Feixiao want to hear them scream her name that much more, shifting positions slowly before leaning entirely over them.

(Feixiao) "Remember, you asked for this...!~"

Firefly felt like she was about to ignite into flames from the heat in her cheeks alone.

(Firefly) "Y-YOU...I...!?"

She at first puts her hands to her face. Firefly doesn't even know how to respond.

Not that she was embarrassed because S/O asked her to peg them, it was more that she didn't even know if she would be good enough for something like that.

But before S/O's shoulders can slump in disappointment, she takes a deep breath before hugging them tightly.

(Firefly) "...T-Thank you for trusting me. I'm...j-just a little nervous is all."

In a few moments, Firefly is adjusting the harness of the Strap-On, poking the dildo almost in a trance. This was going into S/O?

Inhaling deeply before exhaling to calm herself, she pecks S/O on the cheek a few times, both of them giggling despite the compromising position.

Firefly was behind S/O as they both leaned on their side, letting Firefly spoon them as the dildo slid up against the lower part of their spine and feeling them shiver.

(Firefly) "I'll start slow just...let me know as soon as it's too much, got it?"

Finally, she adjusted her waist, a little clumsily at first before finally entering S/O, feeling the harness shift as the dildo slid into them.

S/O shivered from both the feeling of the dildo inside them, in combination to Firefly's breath against their neck.

Firefly was very slow, to the point it was teasing S/O to get more friction, though it was not her intention at all to edge them.

Yet, Firefly held onto S/O tighter, ready to let go at a moment's notice the moment she even thought they were in pain.

But S/O shifted to kiss Firefly, though the angle was awkward, she reciprocated without question as her hips kept slapping against their ass, getting Firefly horny as well.

(Firefly) "Does it really feel that good?...O-Okay, then...! I'll pick up the pace!"

Kafka didn't know if S/O was secretly a masochist for asking for her to peg them.

Then again, she wasn't that cruel. Or at least she wouldn't be the first time.

With a deep and sexy laugh, one hand rests under her chin as she sits on top of S/O's stomach, teasingly right above their crotch, but making sure not to rub against it.

(Kafka) "Hm, you sure know how to keep things interesting.~"

Kafka, of course, has no objections. Quite the opposite, she loves S/O's suggestion.

And without missing a beat, she slides into the harness and has S/O kneel before her.

(Kafka) "...Hm? Oh, I'll get to the main course in a second, but first we have to make sure you're taken care of, right?"

With one hand gently brushing against their hair, she pulls their mouth towards the dildo, not saying anything and letting them put together what she meant.

And after a few seconds, S/O's tongue begins sliding around the tip, licking it obediently as Kafka starts laughing again, albeit more gently this time.

With the same hand petting them, she has S/O start sucking on it more earnestly before having their mouth wrap around it entirely, giving it a very crude lube.

Once she was satisfied, she had S/O lay down on their hands and knees on the bed, applying the lube on them herself with two fingers.

And with all that prepwork out the way, Kafka grabbed S/O's ass and pulled them onto the dildo, feeling them shiver at the sensation and getting Kafka hornier with each moment that passed.

(Kafka) "Much better, don't you think?"

Her hands cop a feel of their ass, hearing S/O moan out of pleasure as her hips sank further in, hands shifting to their waist.

(Kafka) "Do me a favor S/O and don't go out too quickly. I want to hear every noise you can make while I'm inside you.~"

Serval immediately begins coughing, choking on her own spit at the question.

Once she recovers, Serval tries to brush it off as it was nothing.

(Serval) "Heh, well well! Didn't think you'd be so bold to ask, S/O!"

She shifts her blonde hair behind her, grabbing a rather colorful dildo and adjusting it onto the strap-on. After a few moments, she lays on her back, motioning S/O to the bed.

(Serval) "I think I want you to take lead in this performance..."

...

(Serval) "...And I make no promises that will be the last music pun tonight."

Relaxing the tension in S/O by getting them to crack up at that, she lovingly grabs their hands and squeezes it gently, letting S/O shift on top of her legs.

(Serval) "Don't rush it okay? Just take your time."

Letting her elbows prop themselves against the mattress to give S/O some support, she felt their weight slide down onto her dildo, watching as their face scrunched up from pain and pleasure.

Before letting the tip slowly sink further in, and letting the shaft enter them, S/O letting a moan escape as they sat all the way down, Serval blushing all the while at the sight.

Smiling, Serval squeezed their hand tighter as her voice grew softer, though her breathing grew labored, though not as much as S/O's.

(Serval) "I'll go at your pace, S/O. Just enjoy the ride.~"

Seeing them slowly begin to bounce on top of her was getting Serval worked up far more than she'd like to admit.

Never before has she been more grateful that she didn't have to share a room with anyone else in the building, because S/O's moans could wake up the neighborhood.

Though, once Serval knew they got comfortable enough, she was gonna have the city hear S/O's voice as soon as she was done with them tonight.

Intimacy was hard (HA) for Acheron, at least to properly remember.

Yet, the feelings in her chest swelling up she knew very well was embarrassment, something that she rarely felt nowadays.

And all it took was S/O asking her to fuck them with a dildo.

...Granted, Acheron hoped that everyone would react that way when asked something so crude. Yet she couldn't deny S/O this request.

(Acheron) "If you desire it...-"

Acheron promptly threw off her clothes alongside S/O, giving slow smooches as her hands traced all over their body, feeling them tremble under her touch.

Her lips slightly shifted open though kept her overall stoic look even as she grabbed the strap-on, hovering over S/O as she put it on.

Once it was done, she grabbed their wrist to have them cradle her cheek, her head leaning into their touch once they got the hint.

(Acheron) "Take care not to rush things...If it hurts, tell me."

And with a kiss to their palm, Acheron adjusts herself off the bed and stands up while she sat S/O upright, all the while aiming the tip to the proper position.

Acheron grabbed S/O into a hug, having their arms hold her as well, and finally entered S/O, their moan accompanying her small grunt.

Though she entered a little too fast seeing them lean their head into her chest, trying to catch their breath.

She opened her mouth to apologize before S/O reassured her that they were fine and just needed a second, making her nod and hum in response.

For a moment, they just stayed like that, hugging each other while the dildo adjusted itself to S/O.

And after that brief rest, Acheron slowly rocked S/O onto the dildo, making sure they weren't going to fall off even though S/O was sitting on the edge of the bed.

With every moan Acheron heard, the more confident she felt to go faster, peppering S/O with kisses to the forehead before going for the lips, muting their cries somewhat.

The moment they tried to move a hand to cover their mouth, Acheron's brows slightly furrowed.

Finally, the urge overtook Acheron as she laid S/O fully onto the bed, pumping into them at a steadier pace, hands moving to hold their face.

(Acheron) "I want to see all of you tonight, S/O. Will...you indulge me as well?"

[descendantofthesparrow]

could i ask for some sort of Harry Hook x reader where she overworks herself and faints? if not thats okay! thanks

here you go! i actually really had fun with this and wrote it within two hours :D

Request-takes place during ‘Rise of the isle of the lost’

=

The waves of the isle shore crashed against the dock, making for an almost pleasant background noise as the crew of the lost Revenge worked tirelessly to get it in working order for its voyage to the isle of the doomed.

Repairing the hull, plugging holes, fixing sails, gathering rope, swabbing the deck-every crew member was hands on deck as they raced around to get it ready in time; which had to be within the day, before anyone else could have a chance to get the trident that rested at the bottom of the bay.

“Raise those sails, make sure tha’t anchor is connected, don’t ye dare let that sludge get on the deck!” Harry ordered the crew, his brow furrowed as he paced the deck-Uma was in the chip shop, unable to command her new crew, though she was far less knowledgeable about being a pirate captain, so Harry-the appointed first mate-was the best man for the job to make sure everything was in top shape.

He was already covered in sludge, a tar-like substance that acted like waterproof superglue-he’d already worked to plug holes and replace some of the hull’s boards but now he needed the crew to finish up the ship before the end of the day.

He turned as he heard a slight struggle from the gangway, seeing (y/n) Smee, one of his oldest friends-even older than Uma-carrying a shit ton of rope for the sails. Harry frowned, seeing how red in the face she was and how exhausted she looked. He looked at his pocket watch, and while he couldn’t exactly tell time-he knew the lass had been working for probably seven hours straight.

“Smee,” Harry barked out, beelining it to her, putting his hands on her back and shoulders as she continued to tug the huge ropes onto the ship. (y/n) panted, tilting her head to look up at him, sweat dripping down her brow as she breathed heavily, almost heaving.

“Harry,” she panted out and Harry frowned, taking the rope from her hands and easily slinging the heavy ropes over his shoulder. “I was doing that,” (y/n) huffed and Harry just ignored her, tossing the ropes by the main mast where they needed to be.

“ye need ta’ take a break,” Harry demanded, grabbing (y/n)’s wrist and beginning to drag her off the ship towards the chip shop.

“I’m-fine-“ (y/n) said, pulling her wrist out of his hand with more force than necessary, and she suddenly felt dizzy and swayed. “-Harry-“ she managed to say before the feeling of fainting took over and her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell backward, hitting the railing of the gangplank and she went overboard.

Harry instantly reacted, not wasting a second as he dove over the rails and into the water after (y/n). “Man overboard!” Bonnie yelled and Gonzo raced to the ladder hanging off the port side of the ship and unlatched it, the ladder unraveling and landing in the water for Harry to climb back up on.

Harry grabbed (y/n)’s unconscious form and tugged her close, pushing off a jagged rock next to him and swimming back up to the murky surface, shaking the water off his face as he broke the surface and swam to the ladder with (y/n) in his arms, still unconscious.

“she okay?” Drey asked as Harry climbed up the latter with one hand, (y/n) limp against his side.

“she will be, she fainted from overworkin’ ‘erself.” Harry said, handing (y/n) to Gil as he reached the top and climbed onto the deck. He shook his head again and took (y/n) back from Gil. “all of ye, take a break, before someone else faints.” He ordered and stormed off the ship to the chip shop.

-

(y/n) woke up less than 20 minutes later, blinking awake to the feeling of a cold cloth on her head and lying down on Uma’s bed in Uma’s room that was above the chip shop. She groaned a bit, feeling like she had a wicked headache, and sat up; the wet cloth falling to her lap as she rubbed her face.

“There ye are,” she looked to her left, seeing Harry entering the room with a cup of water, handing it to her. “what did I say ‘bout overworkin’ yer’self?” Harry asked, sitting at her feet, and giving her a stern look. (y/n) huffed, drinking the water.

“I didn’t want to seem lazy,” she muttered and Harry rolled his eyes, leaning over to flick her forehead and she yelped, flinching her eyes closed. “hey!”

“Yer not lazy, yer not useless, just because you can't keep up physically as the rest of the crew don’t mean yer any less useful, ye just have different uses. Besides, ye helped enough in tha’ morning, and I had told ye ta help Uma in the chip shop instead.” Harry said, flicking her forehead again and she smacked his hand away, making him smirk.

“You’re just trying to make me feel better,” (y/n) muttered and Harry rolled his eyes, no shit. He instead scooped her up and carried her back down to the chip shop, (y/n) hitting his back on the way down. “put me down! Harrison James hook!”

Harry just snickered and dropped her in one of the chairs at the long table near the kitchen, grabbing a tray and dropping in front of her. “eat, take a break, stay ‘ere with Uma, I’ll be back when the ships done.” Harry ordered, pointing his hook at her as he swaggered out the chip shop.

(y/n) huffed, pouting a bit as some of the patrons chuckled and then turned back to their meals as Uma came out from the kitchen with a mean glare to silence them. “When has not listenin’ to him ever turned out well for you?” Uma snorted as she passed by (y/n), leaving a seaweed smoothie as she did. (y/n) just rolled her eyes, grumpily taking her break.

-end-

[badwritinghabit]

Wins and Losses | Chef Luca x Reader

A sort of prequel to Hello and Goodbye

No warnings for this one! Just cute flirty coworker vibes.

Summary: Luca helps you survive in a new kitchen and then takes you out to celebrate your recent success.

Word count: 1,859

Day two at Ever. 

Your first day started off well, Chef Terry had welcomed you and introduced you to all of the staff. Everyone seemed friendly and you were eager to get started. 

But you were nervous. And it showed. 

Your hands shook throughout prep. Carmen Berzatto, the chef that had started training you, was stern and intense. He wasn’t going to be training you for long, thankfully. He was taking over for someone who was out for the day. 

Your first day ended with Carmen sending you to clean, seemingly sending you out of everyone’s way. You were scared they’d fire you before you got a chance to really prove yourself. 

Your second day would be better. You got a half-caf coffee on your way, hoping less caffeine would make you less jittery. You knew you were good. You could do all of this in your sleep. You just needed to focus. You took a deep breath and walked in. 

Charles, another line chef who had been there for over a month greeted you with a smile. “Went to Forward? That’s my favorite coffee spot too.” 

You responded with a grin. “I’m still figuring out the area, good to know I picked the right one.” 

He eagerly responded with some recommendations and you felt relieved, at least not everyone was angry with you. 

You were assigned pea duty. You had to split the pea pods, leaving all of the peas on one half of the pod as a garnish for a gazpacho dish. It should have been easy, you’d shelled plenty of peas. And you’d always been skilled at intricate knifework. You liked small details and making things pretty. But the nerves had come back the second you felt Carmen watching over your shoulder. Your hand shook but you kept your head down and did the work. You slipped the tip of the knife into the seam, carefully sliced down without cutting any of the peas inside, twisted it around, and continued to cut a clean line down the other side. 

“Good. But pick up the pace,” Carmen said brusquely before stepping away. You did as he said. 

He kept coming by, counting, comparing you to the other line chefs. Your hands kept shaking, your nerves fraying. 

You were skilled. You knew what you were doing. You wiped away some sweat from your brow with your sleeve and then kept going. 

Slice, twist, set down. Only a few left. 

Carmen walked by again. “Faster!” 

“Yes, chef.” You kept working as he walked off. Only 9 more to go. 

8 more. 

Your thumb slipped a fraction of a centimeter and a pea rolled out of the pod and onto the floor. You set the pod down shakily, feeling tears build behind your eyes. 

You bent and picked up the pea that rolled away. As you stood, grabbing the ruined pod to put to the side, you heard someone ask, “do you know what we call a pea that fell on the ground?”

The voice was light but your heart was pounding too fast, anxiety spiking at being caught. “What?” you asked, tense, still feeling panicky from your mistake and unsure who this new person was. You turned to look at him and had to look up. He was tall, dressed in the same white uniform and apron as the rest of the team. To your surprise, a kind smile was on his lips. 

“An escapee.” 

You blinked. 

“Escape-pea,” he repeated, his smile getting the tiniest bit wider. 

You exhaled a small, shaky laugh, realizing he was joking. Your shoulders slumped in relief. 

“I’m Luca. Sorry I wasn’t here for your first day. But I’ve heard you are off to a good start.” You shot him a slightly suspicious look and he grinned. “You’re doing fine, really.” 

“You should have finished this by now,” Carmen interrupted, walking over. “We have more to prep.” 

“Give us another minute, we’ll be done soon,” Luca responded calmly. Something in his calmness gave you confidence so you grabbed another pea pod and got back to work. 

“Thanks,” you said to him, quietly, glancing over. 

“Any time,” he responded, grabbing one of the pods and helping you finish. 

And he meant it. He became your rock, buffering you from Carmen, teaching you but also interrupting your panicking with soft words and little jokes. You had never met anyone quite as warm and genuine. 

You’d developed a tiny crush. But you tried to put it out of your mind. He was – while not your boss exactly– still a sort of mentor. Your coworker at the very least. And dating in the kitchen was a well known bad decision. Besides, he was so kind and talented, you figured he must be in a relationship. Even though he never spoke of anyone. 

You kept reminding yourself he was too important for you to risk losing. He was a fantastic mentor. You’d learned more with him in three weeks than the year and a half you’d spent at your last job. 

His mentorship had helped. You’d had a dish accepted as part of a temporary menu. Chef Terry had all of the chefs, of every level, submit a dish and yours had been picked. Luca had cheered, seeming even more excited than you were. Then he cajoled you into going to the bar with him after work. To celebrate. 

He had lifted you in a hug as soon as you left the kitchen and you laughed along with him. He talked excitedly about your dish as you walked to the bar. 

“Just you two?” the bartender asked. You usually went with a small crew from the restaurant once or twice a week. 

“Just us today,” Luca agreed before regaling the bartender with your accomplishment. And then he ordered your favorite drink for you before you could ask. You blushed and fiddled with the little foam coaster nervously. You met Luca’s eyes and smiled, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

The bar was loud, you usually avoided Friday nights to not have to deal with the commotion. But you appreciated it that night. Luca sat close to you, the warm smell of his laundry detergent reaching your nose as he leaned closer to speak into your ear. He’d reached an arm around the back of your chair and his thumb had started stroking up and down your arm. Your brain had slowed, your thoughts brought back to the gentle drag of his warm hand against you. You fought off a shiver and blinked up at him, realizing you missed a question. You forced yourself to focus on the conversation at hand. 

He smiled when you asked him to repeat himself but before he could, you jumped as you felt arms wrap around you from behind. 

“I thought we’d find you here!” Kit said, pulling back from the hug and sitting in the seat next to you. Charles followed after him, claiming the last seat at the table.  

“You two disappeared before I could ask where we were going to celebrate,” Kit continued as he took off his jacket and smiled at the bartender who walked up to take their orders. 

“We never go out on Fridays,” you say to defend yourself. “It was a little sudden.”

He hummed with a smile. “Well we need to do a toast at least. You won!”

“I’m really surprised to be honest. Your soup was so good. The sweetness with the spice. I wanted a bucket full,” you complimented Kit. 

Kit laughed and Charles rolled his eyes. “I haven’t heard a single comment about my dish.”

“Because it tasted like ass.” 

Charles shoved him and the two broke out into laughter. You laughed along but looked back to Luca, realizing his arm had left the back of the chair. The temperature seemed to drop with the realization. He was facing away, looking behind the bar. You took a moment to admire his profile, the arch of his eyebrow, the ridge of his nose, his lips. You blinked and inched your foot forward, kicking his foot gently. He turned to look at you and you smiled, rolling your eyes teasingly and nodding towards your new companions. His smile returned. 

Charles produced a pack of cards and you groaned but were convinced to join. The distraction from Luca was probably good as well, you told yourself. It was too easy to lean into him when he was close. To hope for more when his arm was wrapped around you.

Poker was a good diversion. 

The night ended after a few hands of poker. You were tired. You’d spent most of the night before anxiously making and re-making your dish. You bemoaned your lack of sleep and after you finished your drink, you hopped off the stool. Luca stood as well, saying he’d walk you home. He’d started doing that at the very beginning of your groups' nights out, even though you lived just next door. It was sweet. 

He was sweet. 

He stood at the bottom of your stoop as you climbed one step and then turned back with a small smile. 

“Thanks for tonight,” you said, quietly. “It meant a lot.”

“Your dish deserved to be chosen. You made the best food today.” His decisive compliment warmed your heart. You smiled. 

“You helped me. I’ve only improved so much because of you.” 

“I’m glad you think I’ve helped. But today was all you.” His voice seemed to get lower. The stair put you at almost the same height so you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He seemed to freeze for a second but then responded, his arms coming around your waist and holding you to him. 

“Thank you,” you murmured into his shoulder. 

“No more thanking me.” He pulled away with his familiar grin. His hands still gripped your shoulders. “It’s my job.”

Something about that reminder felt heavy in your stomach. You forced a smile. He seemed to realize something was off and quickly added, “I don’t spend time with you because of work though. We’re friends too.” 

“Yeah, friends!” The tension was still there and you jumped in to break it. “I’m just tired. I should head up,” you pointed your thumb behind you and stepped up another step. 

He nodded, hands sliding into his pockets and shifting on his feet. “Good night,” he said. Your name a soft ending to the sentence, always sounding warm in his accent.

“Good night, Luca,” you said with a short wave, before turning and closing the door behind you. 

“You absolute prat,” Luca muttered to himself, heel of his hand pressed to his brow. He took out his phone as he walked towards his apartment and clicked open his messages, scrolling to your thread. Your picture was one he took with both of you sitting outside the restaurant. You were holding one of his desserts, half-eaten, and smiling for the camera. He opened the text chain, staring at it, debating. Then he sighed and closed it.

He would see you tomorrow.

[groovylittlebirdie]

Price x Fem! Reader — Oh Birdie.

(18+ !!MDNI!!)

You had always had eyes on you whether you liked it or not , after all how could he not look at you? You were the reason he was always rock solid , soon finding himself stroking his hard cock. Deciding to go out one night you put on a tight black dress that stopped right below your ass , knowing it would only before a short time before everyones eyes were on you. Walking out of the base , your hips swaying as you went outside you definitely caught the eyes of someone and he liked what he saw. Price quickly picked up his base before catching up to you , clearing his throat before saying "Where do you think you're going dressed like that Y/n?".

"Out somewhere." you say before reaching your car , opening the door getting ready to hop in. He wasn't gonna let you go out especially dressed like that , you were his and only his. All he could do was scoff , shaking his head before saying "The hell if you are birdie , you're mine." . Before you knew it he had picked you up , throwing you over his shoulder planting a firm hard slap on your ass earning a slight yelp from you.

He quickly carried you back to his room making sure to close the door behind him tossing you on the bed , he'd make sure you knew you belonged to him in every way. Roughly planting kisses on your neck making sure to leave dark hickies all over your neck , you begun to felt a wetness form between your thighs. Soon enough feeling his hand slide down , making sure to toy with your wet needy pussy before saying "Oh birdie , you're so soaked for me huh? You want me inside you?" . You let out a whine before trying to grind into his hand , reaching for some sort of release at all.

He smirks at you , he had finally gotten you where he wanted you and oh boy how he was gonna savor this. "You want this birdie? Say it , Say you want it! I know you can do it." . "P - please , I need you please." was all you could make out , being such a needy mess for him almost hating him for taunting you so much. He pulls his rough calloused hand away from your face quickly pulling down his pants and boxers , causing his rock solid member to spring out of his pants before he grabbed it slightly stroking it "Look at what you do to me all the time , I've wanted you for so long holy shit." .

In no time he had swiftly pulled down your soaking wet panties and thrown them to the side , positioning himself at your wet slick entrance before bullying his thick cock into your tight pussy. All you could do was moan and whine , feeling him push himself in and out of you. Soon starting to feel in your core , you knew you were close to an orgasm "J - john , please I'm gonna c - cum." , as soon as he heard you say that his cock started to twitch. Picking up his pace , quickly coming close to his own orgasm he caressing your face saying "Come on birdie , let's cum together. Cum on my cock , show me how good I make you feel!" .

That was all you needed to hear before cumming all over his huge cock , soon after feeling him unload himself into you before laying next to you. Looking over to you before tucking some of your hair behind your ears , he says "Such a perfect birdie , all mine." .

[lucszli]

Having a Dottore segment fall for you.

(parts 1-3 on my acc!)

Zandik had noticed Prime acting.. rather strange. The fact that he was even letting him do as he pleased, it was already weird in itself.

He was glad, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was definitely wrong.

———————

• For a while after the previous incidents, you two continued on as usual.

• It was nice, being able to spend time with eachother like that and not having to worry too much.

• But that definitely didn't get rid of the lingering feeling that something might go wrong eventually, from the both of you.

• Zandik stayed cautious, scared that you might end up getting hurt because of him.

• And you, kept on reassuring him that everything will be fine and you won't get hurt. (Maybe you say those things to reassure yourself, as well.)

• Whenever Zandik went back to the lab, he would just keep to himself and practically nobody spoke to him or payed him any attention. He'd just do whatever was asked of him quietly and that was about it.

• When he was tinkering on a small machine in a more isolated spot, he felt himself jolt in surprise when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

(side note: I apologize)

“You are still going out with that.. kid, right?” Zandik turned quickly, to see Prime looking down on him. “Honestly, I thought this was just some sort of phase. An act of rebellion, perhaps.” Prime started pacing around, using exaggerated hand gestures. He stopped, and turned his gaze back on Zandik who was frozen in his seat. “So, tell me, why are you still doing this? What are you trying to get out of this, hm?”

Zandik set down what he was working on atop of a near table, and stood up so he could see eye to eye better. (even if he was noticably shorter,) “I thought you knew..? It's because I love them.” even if he was nervous, he said that with full certainty. He flinched a bit when Prime suddenly started chuckling to himself, which turned into laughter.

“Love... You were actually serious?” a step closer, “Do you seriously think that someone like us has the capacity for that?” another step, “Or are you forgetting what you were made for? What your purpose is?”

Zandik closed his eyes instinctively when Prime suddenly grabbed onto his face, trying to hold back any sounds of pain when nails were digging into his cheeks. He held his breath, and since his eyes were closed, he couldn't see Prime's eyes surveying his expression and face.

Prime dropped the hand. “Stop wasting your time. If you don't get rid of them, I'll have to.. take matters into my own hands.”

Zandik's eyes immediately widened upon hearing those words. Take matters into his own hands? What does that mean? His mind went through the worst case scenarios, and he felt his blood run cold just thinking about it. “Wait!– Please, don't..! I'll stop meeting up with them, I'll pretend they never existed, just don't.. don't hurt them, please.” He pleaded, voice desperate. The last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt because of him.

Prime sighed in disappointment. “Do you think that is enough? As long as they're around, who knows what could happen?” he started walking around the lab, seemingly searching for something. When he found what he was looking for, he took it in his hand and walked back to Zandik.

Shoving the item in his hands, he continued. “Get rid of them.” he said coldly. Zandik stared at what was put in his hands. “A knife? What.. What am I supposed to do with this?”

Prime cocked his head to the side, as if that was his way of saying, isn't it self explanatory?

Zandik dropped the knife, and it thud loudly on the lab's floors, echoing throughout the place. "No... No, no no no, No!” his voice was getting shakier by each word, and he was frantically shaking his head. Putting his head in his hands, he started to speak before thinking, saying whatever he could. “I can't- I can't hurt them, I won't. They don't deserve this, please, please! They're not a bad person..!-”

What Zandik didn't expect when he said that was Prime suddenly hugging him. Everyone knows that Prime isn't exactly.. affectionate, but here he was, hugging him like he was his precious child, as if he was comforting his son after a heartbreak or something along those lines. Zandik froze up, not wanting to move as prime soothingly ran his hand through his hair. “Oh you poor, poor thing.. You really believe that they love you. It is rather sad.” He cooed, not letting go. “I thought you would be smart enough to figure it out by now, but alas.. it seems like they got into your head already.”

Zandik stood in silence for a few moments. “What.. are you talking about..?” he hesitantly asked, his voice small. “I've had some people observe you two from time to time. Some of them being the older, more experienced segments.. Each report that came back to me, it just.. it hurt my very heart to see you being manipulated like that.”

“I let you do as you please in hopes that you would figure it out on your own. You poor thing.. I should've done something sooner.. I'm so sorry, I can't believe I allowed you to get hurt like this.” Zandik has never heard Prime sound so emotional before. This was the first time, and he sounded really convincing. But still, he didn't want to believe things so easily. “.. [Name] isn't a bad person.. They're not, I know them, I've gotten to know them, and they really love me–” His sentence was cut off by Prime shushing him in a comforting tone. “Shhh, shh.. I get it. They are aware that you've never been loved like that before, correct? I can't believe they would take advantage of it.”

“I.. I also had a lover once, and I thought they loved me, as you did yours. But they ended up abandoning me, calling me unlovable.” Zandik swore that he heard Prime's voice cracking at the last word. “You, are just like me. I can't stand seeing you get manipulated like this. So, before they hurt you, you should protect yourself. I'm only asking this of you to protect you.” Prime let go of the hug, only to.. lovingly hold his face..?

This was all too much, and Zandik was starting to get affected by it all. Prime opening up to him felt so real, and the look on his face right now.. It was like he was a caring father. “.. But, [Name].. said they love me for who I am.”

Prime caught on the unsure tone in his voice. “Yes.. I get told that as well. It is quite sad, how someone can say they love you and turn around to stab you in the back.” he had a sad, melancholic look on his face with each word he spoke. “But me, I created you. You are much like a son to me. I love you, so I'm doing this for your own good. You understand, right?”

Prime caressed his cheek, wiping the tear that escaped Zandik's eye away. He weakly nodded. It all started to make sense to him now. Of course, Prime would know better.. He was just too blind to see the truth that was infront of him. Prime smiled at that nod. “Good, good.. so, I trust that you'll make the right decision?” He bended down to grab the knife that was dropped previously, and placed it in Zandik's hands once more.

“..Yes. I understand.”

———————

Zandik stood by the tree you two usually meet at. The knife was hidden away in one of his pockets. His face was serious, looking down at the floor. He was thinking about all the time you two had spent together, and he had to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. How was he so stupid to think that someone could actually love him?

“Zandik!”

His head shot up, seeing you walk over while waving enthusiastically. You had your usual smile plastered on your face. He bit his lip, starting to feel nervous. You quickly caught on to this. “Zandik? Is something wrong?”

All the emotion he was holding back came rushing out of him in that moment. If you really didn't love him, why did you have to pretend? If you didn't love him, why? Why do you always smile at him, why were you always worried about him?

Why? Why, why why, why?

Why does it hurt so much..?–

Zandik was caught up in his own thoughts. It was all a blur, and he could barely register what was happening anymore. It was so foggy, all of it. And him having you pinned down on the ground, knife barely hovering over you, he didn't mean that. He swears to himself, he didn't do that, so why were you in that situation now..

His thoughts were all getting too loud.

“Ugh- Shut up! Shut up, shut up shut up..! It's all so annoying, just stop!” Zandik used his free hand to grip onto his hair, not even noticing the tears streaming down his face. You were currently pinned down, obviously confused as to what was happening. Your heart was racing. You didn't know what to do, but you did know that Zandik wasn't okay. Your zandik wasn't okay.

You shakingly moved your hand up, holding his face, and wiping his tears. “Zandik.. It's okay.” You comforted him, and your voice was barely above a whisper. If it were from fear or something else, you didn't know.

Perhaps that was the wrong move, because that caused Zandik to spiral even more. “Stop, stop pretending like you care about me!”

......

Blood.

It was mixing in with the snow beneath you two.

The whiteness of the snow was getting tainted with dark red.

What happened..? Why? Why was blood spreading?

Zandik snapped back to his senses, realizing the reality of the situation. He acted without thinking.

His hand was gripping the base of the knife. The knife that he had stabbed into you.

Without thinking, he quickly pulled it out, and pressed a hand against the stab wound, trying to stop the bleeding. “No, no, no, I didn't do this, i- I just.. Shit! [Name], please, I didn't want this, I didn't! I just wanted to be loved–” He choked out a sob, his vision blurring from all the tears. “I just wanted to believe that you love me! Why..” As the blood was gushing out, he pressed his hand down harder and flinched hard when you winced in pain.

He looked up at your face. The face that he loved so much, and he realized what he had done.

No.. but, it was for the better, right..? You were lying to him, right? Right?

“Zandik.. I.. I don't really understand.. anything right now..” Your voice was weak and horse, and you had to cough multiple times, practically coughing up blood. “but I.. I really do.. love you..” You weakly grabbed onto the hand that was pressing down on you, softly holding his hand in yours. You mustered up a smile despite the excruciating pain. “I.. love you, for.. who you are..”

“..what?”

When the hand atop of Zandik's grew limp, and he saw your eyes dull right there infront of him, it was like time had stopped.

When he looked into your eyes losing it's shine, all the memories came flashing back into his head. All of it.. From the first time you met, to when you explained what love was to him, your first kiss, all those hours spent together..

All of it.. wasn't fake. They were genuine, they were real.

Oh.

What consisted next, was him screaming your name until his throat couldn't take it anymore. Hugging your body against his, even if your blood was getting on his clothes, he didn't care. Zandik had never sobbed before. Not like this. Apologies were given to you, so many of them, but no amount of I'm sorry's could bring you back to him.

And in that moment, Zandik understood why he hated himself so much in the first place.

He knew he was worse than a defect.

And he knew that nothing in his life made sense anymore.

He carried your body, and layed it down against the tree. He tried his absolute best to clean you up, so that it would look like you were just asleep. Peacefully at rest.

He sat down next to you, kissing the top of your head. “[Name].. I love you too. I'm sorry.” he could barely get the words out from how overused his throat was.

He took one final look at you before glancing down at the knife in his hands. The knife he used to take your precious life away.

“Let's meet again in our next life.”

——————

Prime, going over to check on the segment he manipulated last night: Let's go see if he killed that distraction! ^_^ Oh what the fuck

Authors note:

So.... I'm sorry. Please don't attack me for this!!!! This was my plan since the start. Also, apologies for the late update! Life has been kinda hectic lately, but I finally found time to upload the last part! T_T

Honestly, I feel kinda bad for ending it like this... I am so sorry everyone.. Even though I was the one that wrote this all, I'm still rather sad.

Everything prime said to Zandik, it was all practically a lie to manipulate him so that he'd kill you with no protests. Seems like it backfired? 😓

Maybe if I feel nice, I can write an alternative ending? (if u guys are interested, just lmk!)

Thank you so much for all the support throughout this short series. All your comments mean the world to me! 💕

Thank you for reading until the end.

[your-highnessmarvel]

cotton candy | s.riley

CHAPTER TWELVE

Pairing: Simon Riley aka Ghost x Original female character

Warnings: language

Chapter Summary: Ghost has never felt the need to protect her as much as he does now.

A/N: There's no much here but the continuation and sort of closure from last chapter. This was more of a transition from where we left off last time (LMAO) to what's next.

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MINORS DNI BELOW THE CUT

When she awoke, Laura wasn't blinded anymore. In fact, she wasn't sleeping against Ghost's form anymore. It was Soap whom she leaned against, Soap that she was curled up on, his hands in her hair, his fingers caressing her jaw.

He was shaking her awake.

The room had darkened when she rose on her haunches, looking around with puffy eyes and brain fog.

"We're cleared to go out," Soap was saying, but Laura was looking for Ghost.

She groaned, reaching for her pants, and standing up to put them on.

Soap stood, watching her with a corner smirk. "You okay?" he asked when she lost her balance with only one foot in her pant leg.

She sighed, straightened, and slowly put her other foot through, pulling her pants back up. She hadn't noticed how sticky her panties were, and it made her so uncomfortable to put her pants over it.

"I'm okay, just tired, and I want to shower."

Soap grabbed her wrist gently, looking out towards the door as if someone would come bursting in.

"No I mean..." he trailed off, searching her eyes. She kept them averted, looking at his feet, the floor, the cot where everything had changed between the both of them. The three of them.

He gently brought her face to his with his thumb on her chin, dragging her eyes right back to his baby blues. "Are you okay?" he repeated, much slower, much more emphasized.

She swallowed hard, feeling her face flush with embarrassment. "I'm just... what do we do from here?"

He smirked, cockiness etched onto his features. "That's all up to you, lass," he answered, gruff. "But right now, let's get you back to the RV, back to Laswell, and then a shower!"

---

Alejandro and Price were both pacing in opposite directions of Laswell's small office. The lights had been dimmed, the screen of her computer turned off. Laswell kept appearing in glimpses, between the interlacing bodies of Alejandro and Price, as they paced back and forth, meeting in the middle.

She was sitting at her desk, hands clasped together, her chin rested on top of the net her fingers made. Her eyes were huge, glassy, dissociated.

"How many?" she asked--again.

"Eight," Price confirmed.

Eight members of staff dead. Nineteen injured. Twenty six shadows identified--Twenty dead, six missing.

All for Laura.

Ghost's insides felt like hot spaghetti, twisting and slipping around under the skin of his belly. Churning. He could picture it, piss yellow noodles in a pool of his blood, angrily coiling into each other, stretching and pulling at his sides.

It was hot, burning, scalding--his anxiety. It was so unbearable that he had to bend over in his chair, elbows on his knees. It made him tense, like his stomach was made of lead, like he was physically sick.

It made him hypersensitive to all the sensations in his body--this anxiety. The way his t-shirt was scratching at his chest. The way it was too tight on his shoulders. His neck seemed to itch, but it wasn't an itch, more of an oversensitivity.

He suddenly got up, the chair scraping against the linoleum.

Laswell looked up suddenly.

With two feet planted on the ground, Ghost faced his team. Price stopped pacing near the wall. Alejandro right near Simon.

"We know exactly who did this," Ghost said. "We know exactly who ordered this hit on Laura, on us."

Everyone remained quiet. Ghost was stating the obvious.

"And we know where his safe houses are. We know where his businesses are. We can hit him where it hurts, draw him out like venom in a snake bite. We can track his convoys, his trade offs, and show him we're watching him."

Laswell breathed in through her nose, then sighed loudly, shaking her head. "I like the enthusiasm, Ghost, but Alvarez will just go underground. Right now, he thinks we don't know where he keeps his guns, his drugs, his women. He thinks we have no idea where his men lay their heads at night, where they shit, eat, shower." She got up, putting her palms down on her desk.

Ghost could see her visibly tense.

"That's how we can track him. Because if he knows we have the coordinates to eight of his safe houses, hell, if he knew we even had intel on his next run--he'd vanish right under our noses."

Ghost bit his tongue.

Price put up his hands like he was stopping two bulls from butting heads.

"I understand there's a...good reason why you want to jump right on the gun, Ghost." He could've just said her name. "But there's a reason why we do these operations covertly. Because it works. And guys like Alvarez are slimy. He's making good money here, and that's why he's still here. But if he gets a whiff of us anywhere near his shit, he'll pack up. He's the kinda guy who would rather risk losing some money and build a new operation elsewhere than get caught."

Ghost wanted to scream. None of this was helping him--or helping the angry soup spaghetti in his belly.

"So what's next?" he asked. His eyes met Laswell's. "What are our orders?"

She sighed, the tendons in her neck visible ridges under her pale skin.

She looked at Price with a cautionary glance.

"What?" Ghost asked, his voice tense, brimming on the edges of a scream.

"We have one of them in custody," Price answered, tucking his chin to his chest.

Ghost's eyebrows shot up under the mask.

"You have one of Alvarez's men in custody!?" His voice all but bounced off the walls of the room. "What are our orders, Laswell!?"

"Alejandro and Price will interrogate the prisoner," Laswell said, eyeing Ghost cautiously. "I have Gaz on the dead shadows, trying to piece together their identities. They had some electronics on them, so he'll go through each and every one of them to get any information."

"What about me?" Ghost asked. "Soap?"

Laswell nodded. "This position has been compromised." She looked at him dead on. "Laura's position has been compromised. Alvarez knows she's here, with us. And right now, he thinks he has the upper hand. He thinks we have no idea where he is, where his men are. And he thinks he knows where Laura is, and that he will just come and get her."

"He'll never be able to breach these walls again," Ghost answered.

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean he won't try again. And we can't have that."

Ghost shrugged. "So what are my orders, Laswell?"

She straightened, jutted her chin. "You and Sergeant MacTavish will be put on a special, undercover operation, starting in three days. You'll be tasked to transport Laura to Pattaya City, in the Gulf, where we'll have you evacuated to Singapore. You'll be assigned new identities under the guise of employees of the LHA Armada."

A helicarrier?

"I'll be on the boat, as will the boys." Price stepped into Ghost's vision. "We'll be the decoy. Once Alvarez and his men are on our tail, you'll leave with the kid."

Ghost swallowed his worry. "Three days?" he asked.

"You'll have to be prepped and ready to leave Friday, 0700 hours," Laswell confirmed.

Ghost nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"Get your team ready as well."

"My team?"

"Sergeant MacTavish and, well, Laura."

Ghost shook his head. "Laura is a civilian. She's not part of any team."

Alejandro snorted. "She's is now, Ghost," he said, crossing his arms. "It will do you and her some good to have her trained in combat, weapons, and tactical."

"She can't possibly be expected to learn and remember all the training we took years to learn in just three days." The spaghetti soup was swirling madly in his belly again.

"Three days is better than no days, hermano," Alejandro sighed.

"And she has some hand-to-hand training, as I've been told," Price added.

"And she's smart," Alejandro continued, his voice lower. "We're lucky we got a target whose got a head on her shoulders and knows how to use it."

Ghost felt the spaghetti in his insides melt. "I'll go warn my...team," he said, and headed for the door.

Everything on base was different now. There were security checkpoints everywhere, and Ghost had to give his DoD numbers eight times before he made it back to the RV.

When he saw the lights on, he could physically feel the angry, churning mess inside him seep out of his intestines, pool down his legs, and collect in a puddle beneath his feet.

He saw her shadow in the kitchen window. She was sitting at the table, directly in front of another shadow with a mohawk.

The hinges on the RV door squealed to life when Ghost entered.

Laura perked up, her cheeks reddening when she watched him come in, closing the door behind him. Ghost wanted to drink that in, the look on her face, that innocent, round, doe-eyed look.

Her dark ponytail, the sweet roundness of her cheeks, the way her t-shirt clung to her shoulders.

But he only had three days.

"We leave in three days," he said.

Soap's face hardened. "L.T?"

"We're evacuating Laura to Pattaya. And then we're waterbound to Singapore."

Laura frowned, looking between the two men. "Wait what?"

Soap sighed. "You heard him, lass," he muttered. "We have three days to get you ready. And then we're walking all the way to Pattaya."

Laura looked up at Ghost with those big brown eyes of hers. Ghost felt his insides harden, and suddenly, overwhelmingly, the need to protect her climbed up and took residence between his ribs.

[mexxs-blog]

rhea just won from becky and chris fucks her brains out/rhea fucks his brains out (idk which one is better) as a congratulations

STRANGE

a/n; i thought about this ask, and i came up with this; chris is a monster of sorts, (perhaps an incubus) and when he meets rhea, he draws her to him. (so i made it into a mini fic)

{ warnings } — nsfw (proceed with caution) hookup, monster!chris, body/emotional manipulation, public sexual activities, incubus chris motionless, crying, unconsensual Voyeurism, ,dry humping, f orgasm

{ pairings } — chris motionless x rhea ripley

{ genre } — smutt, lemon

(THIS IS ALMOST 119 DAYS OLD, HAS NOT BEEN PROOFREAD!!)

after her match with becky, rhea has this feeling in her gut. she didn’t think a feeling could link to someone, but this feeling was screaming chris’s name, like it was something only he could satisfy. she stumbles backstage, her face flushing as her cravings for the older man grew stronger. she eventually finds chris in his dressing room, along with the rest of motionless in white, quietly discussing the match they had just witnessed, all of them turning to look at her as she burst (uninvited) into their room. chris was the first one to react, a questioning smile forming on his face as he stared at her quizzically.

“chris.” she gasps, her body already screaming in approval as she finally lays her bright blue eyes on him.

“i don’t- i don’t know what it is- i need you.” she whimpers, her need taking a toll on her body as she collapses, her championship falling to the floor beside her, her plates still gleaming. it’s like she can barely control her own body, her wanting for this man controlling it for her. she finds herself at his feet, grabbing at his legs.

“please.. i’ve never needed anyone as bad i need you, please!” she pleads, her voice cracking as she gushes. chris chuckles, examining the women at his feet. he leans forward, placing his forearms on his knees and cocking his head, that smirking never leaving his face. “strange..”

rheas brows knit together in confusion, before shooting up her forehead as he pulls her into his lap, almost effortlessly. she settles quickly, with her thighs on either sides of his legs.

“you need me, huh?” he questions, gripping her hips feverishly hard. she moans shamelessly loud at the touch, nodding.

“well, c’mon then, baby. show me” he states, nodding at his right thigh. rhea complies, flushing. the rest of the band hadn’t said anything, paying no mind to rhea. they knew what chris was doing. they knew what he was..

rhea shuffled to the side, sliding her leg over his thigh and positioning herself over his thigh. was she really doing this? she let herself down onto his thigh, starting to grind her pussy down slowly, whimpers escaping her mouth. she speeds up, her entire body heating up with satisfaction. she’s at a fast pace now, chasing the feeling of the texture of his jeans rubbing against her. she gasps sharply as her pussy runs over what she presumed to be his keys, sending a shiver up her spine.

she’s shaking slightly, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. he was watching her intently, his eyes dark. he leant in, and rhea swear she felt her heart stop in her chest.

“you gonna cum, hm baby?” he cocks his head at her, her half-lidded eyes meeting his. she feels her breath stop once again, and although seconds before she didn’t feel like she was too close, a heavy wave of pleasure washed over her as she came undone. the feeling was oddly more intense than any other she’d experienced, like he was holding a string to her body, and he knew exactly how tight to pull it.

white spots flickered in front of her, tears welling in her eyes as she collapsed into his shoulder, her body humming in pleasure as his lips found their way to her neck, his teeth nipping at the soft skin.

“your bandmates..” she breathes, digging her nails feverishly into his biceps as she flashes a nervous look at the other band members.

“do they care.?” she mumbles, tilting her head to the side as he continues to lap at her neck. he pulls away.

“no.” he grins, and she returns it with a confused smile.

she let herself relax in his touch, spent and feeling quite gross, her thighs were sticky and she had sweated off most of her makeup. he trails a hand up her back, his fingers ghosting over her spine. she shivered, feeling his smirk against her neck.

she raises a trembling hand, finding his face and tracing over his features. her pointer finger travels down the bridge of his nose, traces his lips, finds the curve of his jaw, and his cheekbones. she pauses, her brows furrow as she swears she feels.. scales?? instead of the smooth skin she had expected, she thinks her fingers are grazing over minuscule scales.

“chris?” she mumbles, her fingers still tracing delicately over his cheekbone. he hums, his grip tightening around her waist.

“do you wear sfx makeup? i swear i feel scales..” she drawls, suddenly tired. she feels him shake with a small chuckle, and her cheeks heat up.

her hand starts to trail down his cheek, as the sudden, almost concerning drowsiness starts to pull her under. her hand finally falls from his cheek, and her eyelids flutter closed. right before she’s pulled under by sleep, she hears his answer. he sounds far away.

“no, darling. they’re real.”

[importantchaosgiver]

The Griffin And The Dragon:

Sadly, Unsurprising

Summary: (Y/N) can't get what happened with Daemon out of her head. So, she goes to someone who knew Daemon better...

Warnings: ✨Tension✨, smol kissing (literally, just one)

Masterlist

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No One's POV

Another lovely Spring day came and went. (Y/N) stood in her chambers, looking out the window, fiddling with a lock of her hair subconsciously. She couldn't stop thinking about Daemon. Why did he kiss her? Why did he grab her like that? What made him do that when he was with Lady Royce? So many things going through her mind, it made her feel slightly overwhelmed. Because she didn't know Daemon. She had no clue if this was normal or not. Could she ask Rhaenyra? No, the girl hardly knew her uncle. And, even then, (Y/N) often had a strange sense whenever Rhaenyra spoke of Daemon. Guess she could talk to Lord Hightower. Hmm, best not. Otto Hightower didn't seem terribly fond of the princess. Well, guess there was always the king. The thought of seeing Viserys made her heartbeat quicken slightly. Which surprised even herself. She put a hand to her chest, feeling the slight faster pace of her heart. Then, she felt warmth in her cheeks. Was she... blushing? No, she couldn't be.

(Y/N) took a breath. She was just going to see Viserys quickly, that was it. It probably wasn't going to be any longer than a few minutes. She smoothed out her navy blue and silver dress, her hands interlocking and resting on her stomach as she held her head high and left her chambers, walking through the corridors. She remembered the way from a few nights prior.

She came to the doors and saw two knights of the Kingsguard outside. "I am here to see his grace," she said calmly. One nodded, bowing. He knocked on the door. Viserys' voice was heard faintly from inside, saying 'come'. The knight opened the door. "Princess (Y/N) Arcane, your grace," the knight said as she entered, curtsying politely. Viserys turned around from the model of the city rather quickly to see (Y/N) as the knight left the two alone. "My lady, this is certainly a surprise," he said with a kind smile. "I apologise for visiting on such sort notice. But, I have something of importance to ask and tell," she explained, nervously wringing her hands. He saw how nervous she looked and couldn't help but ponder what had made her so.

With a nod, he let her continue. "It is about your brother, Prince Daemon. I had an... encounter with him when Alcatrax got hit," she admitted. Viserys nodded. She was near Dragonstone, so that was no surprise. What was she getting at? "Unfortunately, one night... he came to me and... kissed me quite out of the blue. I wish to know, is this sort of behaviour normal? Because I was just as shocked upon learning he is involved with Lady Royce and still did it anyway," (Y/N) ranted, her cheeks flushing once again as she looked down.

Viserys was stunned. Daemon... kissed her. He kissed the princess?! "Do not worry, my lady. Unfortunately, this is not unheard of for him. It is, sadly, unsurprising," Viserys sighed, shaking his head, already disappointed at Daemon for such a thing. "I take it he was none too gentle either," he stated. (Y/N) nodded. "He... grabbed my leg quite firmly too. I managed to break free soon after. It is why I came to King's Landing so quickly afterwards," she muttered. Now, Viserys felt sorry for her a little. When one isn't used to Daemon's brash ways, it could be quite a shock. Viserys stepped closer to the princess. "I am sorry you endured that. But, you are safe here," he said, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) took a sharp breath upon feeling his hand. Her dress went off her shoulders, so she could feel his warm palm yet again, but much closer to her neck and chest. Her heartbeat increased tenfold.

No doubt he could feel the rapid pace. "Ehem, it is quite fine, your grace," she whispered, trying to hide her blush, but it was impossible at this point. Viserys felt her smooth skin. Slightly cold against his hand, but soft, like a peach. He became aware of the close proximity between them, tension rising with every second. (Y/N) was shorter than him, her head just coming to his chin. He looked down at her and couldn't help but notice her lips and her blushing cheeks. Did... did she like this? Being so close to him? His touch? Would it be worth a shot in trying? Perhaps he could make it a better experience than she had with Daemon. Of course, he wouldn't push that far if she didn't desire it. But he couldn't help but admit that he didn't blame Daemon. This princess was incredibly beautiful. Viserys moved his hand to lift her chin up, his eyes meeting her (e/c) ones. When (Y/N)'s eyes met his, she felt her breathing hitch. He looked at her with an emotion. One such emotion that made her both conflicted... and warm. "(Y/N), may I?" he whispered, leaning in subtly. With those words, all her words left her in an instant. Her knees felt weak, his gentle, soft spoken tone making her melt. So, instead, she just nodded. She closed her eyes, her breathing shallow. Was this really about to happen?

And, happen it did. Viserys closed his eyes as his lips met (Y/N)'s. And in that small amount of time, he felt like electricity shot through him. Warmth spread across him, the same for her. It felt so... new. It felt good. The kiss lasted for a split second before he pulled back. (Y/N) opened her eyes, her lips tingling from the brief kiss. She touched them with her fingertips. Did that just happen? She looked at Viserys to see he was looking at her. A smile upon his face. "I-I should go," she managed to squeak out, her voice barely audible. Without waiting for him to answer, she quickly left the room. Viserys watched her, his smile not leaving his face. He knew then and there what he was going to do. All he needed to do was send raven to Concordia...

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Okay, so I think you can kinda guess where this is leaning towards. But, I've had a careful think through. And I'm going off what I've seen so far. I'm just trying to make it good. Enjoy.

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

When will my life begin - Chapter 1; El camaleón desaparecido au

Words; 3k

Chapter 2

Camilo POV

I shot up in a cold sweat, panting and looking around with wide eyes. That dream happened again…sigh. I can never seem to get a break from it. And it’s always the same old thing. People are chasing me with weapons…

I take a deep breath and shake my head. Get over it Milo, you have chores to do! So, at a quick pace I get out of bed and stretch my back and arms. A good night's sleep to say the least.  My feet meet the soft and fluffy chameleon slippers mi hermana made for me and I smile softly at the texture. 

7 A.M the usual morning lineup!

Behind me, a little yawn could be heard. I turn around and see my pet Chameleon Pepi perched up on my pillow. Her green eyes meet mine and I smile wider. 

“Hola Pepi! Did you sleep well?” I softly pet her small head and pick her up. 

She nodded and stretched as well. 

“Good, now let’s get ready for the day” I say cheerfully as I sit her down on top of my dresser and rummage through the drawers. I pick up shirt after shirt, all of which I’ve worn already. Sigh, guess I’ll have to borrow my sister's old ones again or make more. 

No matter, I know which shirt to go with. In the very bottom drawer, I pull out a multicolored shirt. All the colors of the rainbow. Red, orange, yellow, teal, navy blue, tiffany blue, light purple, dark purple, and magenta. 

I don’t know why I like these colors specifically…they just feel so familiar. And not in a ‘these are just colors of the rainbow’ sort of way. In a way that��I don’t know how to describe it…they just feel familiar. 

Any who, I put the shirt on and straighten it out. I smile lightly and search for some pants and my pink rauna. After that’s all done I look at myself in the mirror and twirl. I can’t look at it for too long though…this damn scar. 

I’ve always had it. From the top of my scalp, down my eyebrow to eye, to the bottom of my jaw. My mamá said she found me with it at the bottom of a river….that’s when she took me in of course. 

I can’t stand it. It makes me ugly…or at least…that’s what Marcela says. And she’s not wrong, it’s hideous. Not to mention I’m partially blind because of it. I hate it! And Marci or Mama won’t even let me use makeup to cover it up. 

Emilia doesn’t use any so she doesn’t even have some I can borrow…not that I ask her to buy any for me either. 

Any who! I snap myself out of it and search for my sandals. Once I find them under the bed I grab them and put them on. As comfortable as ever…but I may need to tweak them, they feel small. 

I felt like something was missing, though I couldn’t remember what. I scratch my head and feel the curls under my fingers.I look around  Oh that’s right, my headscarf! I search through the third bottom drawer and find it, soon tying it around my hair. 

Pepi squeaks for my attention, her gaze a little angry. I guess I did just leave her there. I chuckle and pick her up, putting her on my right shoulder. 

“You know, any chameleon would’ve gotten themselves down from that spot right?”

Pepi shot an unamused glare at me and I quietly chuckled. “ aw what? did I hit a nerve- OW!” Pepi smacked my ear with her tail. “Sorry! Jeez…so sensitive” 

I walked toward my bedroom door and turned the handle. Time to start the day! 

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Start on the chores. And sweep till the floors are all clean!

Camilo scrubbed the pink stairs thoroughly. This was one of his many chores he had during the day, but thankfully he had someone to help. His older sister, Emilia, always helped him. If he had to sweep the floors, so would she. If he was tasked to cook dinner, she would help him prepare it. 

She, as well as his mother and other sister, have been there since he could remember. Emi taught him how to sew, how to cook, read, math, just anything she could seeing as he wasn’t allowed out past the mansion gates.

“Hey emi?”

Emilia looked at her adoptive hermanito. Her dark skin and brown eyes shining under the morning sun shining through. Her fluffy curly hair tied back as she sat on the stairs with a broom in her hands. 

“Si milo?” she smiled lightly. Her voice was always soft and welcoming when he was around. 

“Do you have any old shirts for me to borrow? All of the ones I have are old” Camilo pouted and furrowed his brows as she scrubbed. A certain stain wouldn't go away.

“I’ll see what I have. But don’t you dare think I don’t know it was you who ate the last bunuelos from yesterday you little sneak! I wanted those…” Emilia put her hand on her hip as she narrowed her eyes at him. 

“You snooze, you lose sis!” Camilo chuckled, “and from what I remember. I made those bunuelos, so I have a right to eat them.”

(This is an art trade from @gamerbearmira. It fit the scene so well I had to include it)

“I helped!” Emilia playfully shoved him, causing Milo to laugh. “And there were five of them left, you couldn’t leave at least two?”

“It’s called sleep eating! A very serious and sad condition Emi, how could you not understand what I have to go through?” Camilo said dramatically, putting her hand on her forehead as she leaned back.

“You are so dramatic”

“And don’t you forget it!”

Emilia smirked at him, like a malicious cat “...your on laundry duty by the way”

“Noooo-”

Polish and wax. Do laundry. And mop and shine up!

During tedious chores like these, Emi found a way to make things fun. For instance, when it came to mopping the floors. She and Milo would put scrubbing brushes (with soap on them)  on their feet and twirl around with a mop. They even made it a game of sorts. 

“Emilia is far behind the lucky Chameleon, seems like someone is going to be eating some bubbles” Camilo teased as he sped past her. Cleaning the floor as he did so. Pepi stuck her tongue out at Emi as she was perched on Milo’s shoulder. 

“Oh that’s what you think!”

In the blink of an eye, Emilia somehow gained speed. To be a light tease, she spun around Camilo on one foot. Her leg high up as she looked elegant and graceful. While he was stunned she took the chance to grab Pepi, put her on her shoulder, and push Camilo to the floor. 

“HEY! That’s cheating!”

“Come on Milo, don’t be a sore loser!” she yelled out as she skated through the blindingly pink house. 

La casa Baltazar is a very large mansion, somewhat like a mini castle even. What made it stand out?...all the various shades of pink. Their mother, Gabriella, LOVED the color pink in all of its shades. 

That’s why Camilo’s rauna is various shades of pink. It’s a way to appease her and make her happy. He tried to wear other colors…it didn’t go so well. That’s why Camilo wears the other familiar colors, under his rauna. 

Emilia can’t stand the colors but wears them to make her mother happy. Marcela however, loves it just as much as her mother does. Will wear it any chance she gets…which is everyday…like her mother. 

As the child slowly got off the floor, slipping many times in the process, he managed to catch up to her. But she was already to the finish line. In other words the kitchen. 

“You lose! You owe me YOUR desert for the next week” Emilia laughed heartily

Camilo stuck his tongue out at her and took Pepi back. He eyed Pepi and she just gave him a smug smile. “You're a traitor, you know that? You could’ve at least put your tongue in her ear. Like you ALWAYS do to me whenever I wake a second past seven”

“Oh don’t be mad because she likes me more than you!” Emilia giggled as she sat down at the kitchen table and took the scrub brushes off her feet. 

Pepi decided to be petty and stuck her tongue in her ear. She knew he hated it, that’s why she did it. The small creature could only do so much with her body so she had to have her fun in some way. 

“AGH, PEPI!”

Sweep again and by then it’s like 7:15! 

8:56 struck on the clock and so far seven chores have been accomplished. There’s more but it’s still an accomplishment. Now it was time to make breakfast. Something simple and fast of course. Their mother or sister didn’t make any requests, so they just chose anything.

“How about changua?” Camilo asked with bright eyes. It’s his favorite and easy to make. 

“Meh, sure,” Emi shrugged. Who was she to deny him his favorite thing in the world? And it’s not like he asked for it all the time. 

Changua is a typical breakfast in Bogotá, the capital of Colombia. It's a soup made with milk, scallions, bread, cilantro and eggs. Together, Emilia and Camilo did their own tasks to make the meal be done quicker…even though the dish itself barely took six minutes. 

Emi Placed the milk and water in a medium pot and brought it to a boil. Cami added the onion, salt and pepper and let it cook for three minutes. Emi reduced the heat to medium and added the eggs without breaking them.

After the eggs cooked for three minutes, and both siblings were done chopping up cilantro and scallions, added the ingredients in. 

Some familiar mice crawled from under the bottom drawers and approached Camilo with squeaks. One had a small shirt with a teal blue s and the other had a red bow on its tail. Lolo and Mira! The two little mice Camilo liked dressing up. Milo smiled and took a bread slice from the bread box, broke it apart and handed it to them.

Pepi glared at the two mice. She only liked it when Camilo was paying attention to her. 

“Hey girls! It’s funny you two always show up when it’s food time.” Camilo chuckled as he watched the two scamper off with the bread slices. 

Emi rolled her eyes and shook her head, “Hey, Dr. Doolittle! Help me set the table” 

Camilo did just that and made some black coffee for his mama. He knows how irritated she can be in the morning. By the time Emilia finished pouring soup in the fourth bowl Gabriella and Marcela walked into the kitchen looking as elegant and snobby as ever. 

“Morning mama,” Camilo and Emilia said. Though Camilo sounded a little more chipper than her. 

“Where’s my coffee?” Gabriella said, pinching her nose bridge. Camilo quickly came up to her and gave her the coffee.

“Here you go mama. All black with a little sugar, just how you like it”

Gabriella gave milo a sickeningly fake smile as she took the coffee from him. Oh how she hated him…she hated that he belonged to a family that inherited magic...but decided to never show it. Camilo was a people pleaser by nature and Gabiella knew it. That was the only reason why she was “nice” to him.

She always gives him reasons to please her and if certain needs weren’t met, she would pull crocodile tears to make him do it right. Or just fake being upset. It always works. Gabriela would remain on an in-between spectrum of “I’m not disappointed but I’m not proud either” when it came to him. 

“Thank you mijo” she patted his head and quickly shut the smile off. Fully knowing Camilo felt like he did something wrong because of it. 

“Are we seriously having changua for breakfast?” Marcela scowled as she pushed the bowl away from her.

“Yeah, what of it?” Emi shot her a glare, Marcea shot a glare back. 

“Now now ninas, no need for that. I’m sure that Camilo or Emilia can make something else for you" Gabriella said with a voice as sweet as honey. She knew good on well what she was doing.

Emi's widened, "Say what now?!"

Camilo's smile almost dropped but he held it together "I- I guess so. What would you like marci-"

"I would like something else as well" Gabriella added

"Oh well...alright. What would you both like"

He is seriously not about to fall for this, Emi thought.

"I want Huevos Pericos" Marcela said proudly, "And don't burn the eggs!"

" Caldo de Costilla for me," Gabrilla said as she sipped her coffee. 

"Are they serious?! Huevos pericos is easy but Caldo de Costilla takes about 40 minutes to an hour to make. And both these pendeja's know we've been doing nothing but chores all morning" Emilia thought.

Camilo's hands clenched into a fist but he kept a smile, "No problema mama y hermana, right away!" 

oh hell no

"NO!" Emilia shouted. Earning a look of confusion from all three of her "family" members. She cleared her throat and straightened her posture, "I mean, I'll do it! Camilo, you have to go feed the animals anyway"

"Oh but Emi, don't you remember? You have a date with Carlos Santiago today, can't have you being late can we?" Gabriella announced. Her sinister smile was evident as she drank her coffee. 

"oh...right" Emilia's whole body deflated as she sat down in her chair. Carlos was a reminder she had NO control over her life...great. 

"You go meet him, he should be her in-" Gabriela looked at the clock on the wall. It was 9:25 "About five minutes" 

Camilo saw her deflation and put his hand on her shoulder, "It's okay, you can go. I got this!"

When will my life begin?

After all Camilo was done making a second breakfast, he was told to give the Changua to the pigs. Guess he won't be having that for later. Speaking of farm animals, this was his eighth chore. Feed the chickens/take the eggs, pigs, horses, and lastly the donkeys. The stables and coop was on the farther left end of the mansion, a little behind it. 

He always went to the chickens first, paying a visit to his favorite and wildest hen, Isa. She never liked her coop/flock and would always follow Camilo around. And because of that, she became one of his few animal friends. Much to Pepi's dismay. The other chickens liked him too, just not as much,

The young boy walked up to the coop and opened the small door, "alright come on out girls!"

Of course, Isa was out first. She had been waiting for him all morning. Isa honestly hated that coop...and the other hens. 

Camilo laughed heartily as the hen clucked and squawked around him. Colorful powder still decorated her feathers from her and Milo's "adventure" from last week. 

"Hey Isa, you miss me"

"Bawk!"

"Yeah, yeah I know" Camilo knelt down and hugged the hen, soon releasing her and standing back up. As always during these times, he reached his hand into the bucket and sprinkled chicken feed all over the ground. Of course the chickens scrambled over  and started pecking the ground. 

Once that was done he took a basket from the right side of the coop and crawled inside. There were a few eggs in a couple nests, surely enough to last a week or two if needed. One by one, he put eggs in the basket and came out once all of them were collected. 

Ninth task...completed. 

After that was done he went to the horse and Donkey stable. Both animals shared the same space. He knew the drill. Grab a hay bale and get to work. Hay bale here, hay bale there. Why does Gabriella have three of each? Mostly for animal renting services or just in case they need to go somewhere far. 

Three horses and three mules to feed. All six animals were fond of him but there was only one mule he clung to. 

Lulu or Lu, the donkey. He gave her the name of course. He's not sure why he did, the name just came up once she saw her as a foal. Not to mention the name is familiar to him. She was the last one he got to.

"Sorry Lulu, here you go." He walked into her area and sat a hay bale down. She squealed in delight and trot right over to it. This made Milo smile and pet her snout.  

While doing so, a blue monarch butterfly fluttered into the stable and sat itself on Camilo's nose. He was stunned for a second but was a little happy. When do you ever get the chance of a butterfly sitting on your nose?

He stood still and...remembered something.  A memory...something warm. Comforting and...happy?...the memory was from his perspective. He was younger and coloring on a piece of paper on the floor. A girl was sitting across from him doing the same thing. He couldn't see her face but could see what she was drawing.

 On the paper was a drawing of a blue butterfly. The girl took the paper and held it up in front of her face. This memory was clear as day but also had a dream feel to it. The butterfly was teal blue with yellow spots, similar to a monarch butterfly but different. His heart felt warm...did he know this girl?

In the blink of an eye the memory faded and the butterfly on his nose fluttered away. He stood there in shock. He had a memory! But...from such a long time ago. He surely knew her but didn't know from where. She also felt like...family! Camilo hated this. Whenever Camilo remembered something from his past, the memories were clear but oh so blurry. To take the frustration out on something, he blames his right eye. 

But the beautiful creature left something else in his mind. "The Shining Butterfly Migration". It happens every year on his birthday, December 28th. It's so strange yet amazing! Surely it must be for him. The Yellow butterflies swirl around in the sky all night, creating all types of beautiful imagery. No one knows where it comes from...but him. Well...sort of, it's more of a tingling kind of feeling. 

He needs to see them up close. From the direct spot they come from. It's been a huge need for him to see it in person ever since he was a kid. It was about to be his sixteenth birthday in three weeks and four or five days, maybe...just maybe. His mama will allow him outside to see it. 

With a look of determination, he decided to be quick with his chores. He ran out of the stable and grabbed the bucket of cold Changua and ran over to the pig stable. He whistled out for them to come and five little pigs waddled up to him. Camilo smiled and poured the Changua in the trough. 

"Hope you guys like this!"

Without a second thought, Camilo dropped the bucket and ran off to the back door of the mansion. Then he had to run back because he forgot the basket of eggs. He got the eggs and then ran back to the door again. Once he opened it, he saw Marcela standing there with a bucket of paint. 

"You like to paint don't you?" Marcela said in a bitter, jealous tone. 

"wha-"

!SPLAT!

....Camilo was now covered in red paint from top to bottom. And that was new paint...paint that Emi got for him. Before he could say anything Marcela cackled like a witch and ran off. Thank goodness his hands were spared so he could wipe the paint off his face. 

The most he could do was just breathe and walk inside without slipping. His destination was the kitchen. To wash the eggs off in the sink and put them in the ice box. He would clean himself up and the mess later. Marcela was nowhere to be seen but do you know who he ran into? 

Cami was about to turn a corner. Just  a few feet away from his destination when he was met with-

"Camilo! What on earth are you doing?!" Gabriella looked truly appalled and a little angered at the sight. 

"I-" 

"My marble floors! How dare you walk on them with this mess?!"

Oh no, this was bad, very bad. The last thing he wanted was his mother mad at him. She was barely proud of him as it is. 

"It wasn't me mama! It- It was Marcela! she poured paint on me and ran off" Camilo's eyes were wide with fear. He prayed to God she would believe him. 

Gabriella's eyes widened more and her fury was about to bubble over. "You dare accuse my daughter of such a thing?!"

It's a quiet rule among Camilo and Emi, never mess with Marcela and don't accuse her of anything. Even if it was her fault...which is 99 percent of the time. 

Camilo quickly thought of a way to save himself "It's a prank war! We've been pranking each other here and there. A prank war!..and, she got me this time!" the young boy smiled nervously, truly hoping she believed him. 

Gabriella narrowed her eyes at him. Searching for any sort of lie. There was nothing she could see that seemed like a lie. He looked too panicked and she knew he knew better than to lie to her.

"Hmph! Well, I would like for you both to call this prank war OFF immediately." The older woman spat out. "And clean yourself up!" 

she stared down at him with disgust. And Camilo hated that, he wanted to make her proud...not this. "Si mama"

Gabriella stepped away from him but before she could walk away further, Camilo stopped her. "Mama, wait!"

She turned to look at him, her scowl prominent. "Que?"

"M- Mama, I- I um...I- I just wanted-"

"Oh enough with the stuttering and mumbling, spit it out!"

"...I want to see the mourning butterflies!" Camilo regretted those words as quickly as they came out. 

"oh...do you know?" Gabriella crossed her arms and held her head up high.

Camilo gulped, "Yes. They appear every year on my birthday and...I would like to see them...just this once. I won't ask again, I swear just...please mama. I'll do anything!" 

Gabriella thought about it. Those butterflies happened in the very place she wants him to stay away from...why would she let him leave again?

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Hmmm, alright. On one condition. You will do your chores as told BUT...with no help from your sister. You will cook breakfast, lunch, AND dinner for the next three weeks. As well as making your own outfit so you can at least look presentable outside." Gabriella smirked as she stared down at him, waiting for his response. 

This...this was happening?! This is really happening! She's letting him go out! 

"Of course mama! I'll do it! Thank you, thank you so much" He was so excited and grateful. Milo was about to hug her but she stopped him before he could with a single hand raise. He backed away but still thanked her, "thank you mama, I'll clean everything up."

 "And remember, the place you want to go to is a week long trip. You better pack for that as well" 

Ok, so that meant he had two weeks to get all of those chores done, and a week of traveling. That’s fine, he can work with that. 

Camilo's eyes held genuine joy and happiness "I- I will, thank you. I love you mama"

Such a gullible creature he is

"I love you most"

When will my life begin? 

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[ameifyy]

Ibuki Niijima x GN reader

🐾 — petting cats with Ibuki.

(( made for lika & syd ))

It had been a long day in high school, you felt exhausted. Your teacher had assigned multiple sheets of homework that you obviously didn't have the motivation to do. Your girlfriend, Ibuki, had asked if you wanted her to walk you home. You agreed, feeling as though Ibuki would lift your spirits as she always does. You loved her so much, she never failed to put a smile on your face.

You two had met up at the entrance to the school. Thankfully your house wasn't that far from the school, because unlike Ibuki, you were nowhere close to athletic. You and your beloved girlfriend started walking in the direction of your house, hand in hand. "So how was your day _____?" Ibuki said, turning her vision to your direction, away from the sidewalk below her. "It wasn't all that great, but I somehow got through it. What about you, Ibuki?" ____ said in a quieter tone. Ibuki slightly gripped your hand a bit tighter, out of pure reflex as you two walked past a moving car. "It was good! Unfortunately, the limited food item on the menu that Towa wanted was sold out once again, she sort of maybe cried all lunch.." Ibuki did a nervous giggle at this, expecting you to laugh with her. She then noticed that you had your attention on something in the distance.

You were amazed, in a daze even. You had seen a small calico cat on the top of a trash bin across the street, you wanted to go pet it so badly but you unfortunately knew the dangers of it. Ibuki quickly took notice of what you were looking at, and began to slightly squeal in excitement. She loved cats so much and got so excited every time she saw one. "_____ we have got to see that cat. Come on!" Ibuki slightly sped up, going into a speed walk, not wanting to accidentally harm you. You knew how much Ibuki loved cats, they were one of her favorite things after all. You sped up your pace too, to keep up with your very speedy girlfriend.

You two had reached the crosswalk, waiting for the signal to go to the other side of the street. The second the signal turned green, Ibuki sped to the other side of the street, your hands still intertwined. "Hey Ibuki, can you slow down please?" ____ said while trying to catch their breath. "Oh, sorry sweetheart. I forgot how unathletic you were heh.." Ibuki apologized in a soft tone, one that could make anyone melt on the spot, at least in your mind. You two had walked over to where you had seen the cat, spotting it eating trash. Ibuki took her backpack off her shoulder, and pulled a bag of cat treats out of them. She bent down and handed the small calico cat a treat, watching it slowly take it out of the palm of her hand. You had crouched down beside her by now, and watched intently as the love of your life fed a small fluffy critter a cat treat. "She looks so beautiful, I don't know how she ever fell for someone like me." You thought in your head as you softly sighed. Ibuki had heard you sigh, turning her head a bit to see you watching the kitten eat the treat while slowly reaching to pet it.

"Hey darling, can you look at me for a second?" Ibuki stated with a thought in her mind that she couldn't shake. _____ turned to look at her, curious as to why their lover wanted them to face her. They then felt Ibuki's lips softly crash on to their own, slightly yelping at the sudden contact. When they finally processed what was happening, they melted into the kiss, a slight smile forming on Ibuki's lips as she felt them relax, beginning to delicately play with a strand of hair that had fallen loose from their lovers head.

The two stayed like that for a bit longer, finally breaking apart the kiss for air. By now, the calico cat had gone back to the alley it was previously in. Ibuki stood up, grabbing her bag of cat treats in her backpack as she did. She then extended her hand out for _____, pulling them up as they took the loving gesture. Ibuki and _____ then continued the walk to the residence of _____, once again, hand in hand.

[fall0utboi12]

Admirer, 1954

In which a love confession doesn't go exactly to place and Percy immediately gives himself away while trying to be anonymous.

As always, this is also posted to my AO3

Percy paced his room, crumpled up paper littered the floor. He twirled his fountain pen between his ink stained fingers absentmindedly. He went back to his desk, grabbing out a new piece of lined stationary.

“Beloved…no too forward…dearest..? Maybe….” Percy spoke out loud to himself and sighed in frustration. “Come on, Percy, write… something. S-speak from the heart.”

He wrote down whatever came to mind that sounded romantic enough for a confession. He wrote about her eyes and what he liked about her. He wasn’t fully sure about the letter, but it was the best he could do and he finally signed it. He kept it anonymous, not confident enough to put his name on it. Just in case.

Sealing it in an envelope and writing her name on the back, he hurried out of his room. The mail should be here by now and hopefully still by the door. He grabbed the letters, slipping his letter into the small stack as he headed for the kitchen. Evelyn was there, talking with her mother. He sat the envelopes down on the kitchen table.

“Oh, mail’s here.”Evelyn snagged the stack, sliding it closer to go through. It was mostly advertisements and bills. She paused in the shuffling, pulling out Percy’s love letter to her. “Huh, I got a letter.”

“Who is it from?” Fenna wiped her hands on her apron. “Percy, could you help me with the dishes please?”

“It doesn’t say.” She tore open the envelope and Percy tried not to cringe out of his skin as she started reading it. “Dearest Evie, this is the fifth time I’ve tried to write this-”

“N-no need to read out loud.” Percy said, quickly stammering when she glanced over at him. “I just mean… it’s probably personal and meant for just…. And meant for just y-you.”

Evelyn raised a brow at him, giving him a look he couldn’t decipher. Was she on to him? She looked back at the letter after a long moment, her eyes moving as she quietly read it. Her cheeks started to turn red, the colour drifting up to her ears.

“What does it say?” Fenna glanced over her daughter’s shoulder.

“N-nothing!” Evelyn quickly pressed the letter to her chest to hide it.

Fenna gave a knowing look, making her daughter grow even redder; “I get it. I was young and in love once.”

“Oh, please stop.” Evelyn groaned. 

Fenna chuckled, shaking her head; “Do you know who sent it?”

“It’s signed with just ‘Admirer.” She said, looking over the letter. A smile spread on her face and Percy swore she glanced at him. “I think I have an idea. There’s a guy who comes by the clinic. He’s a little older, but only by a year or two and he’s such a gentleman. He has the cutest accent too. He’s a bit shy but comfortable once you get to know him. He’ll talk my ear off about his interests, but in the best way.”

Percy tensed, physically having to stop himself from snapping his head in her direction. There was already someone else? Percy had never noticed her talking to someone who sounded like that when he’d visit the clinic to bring her lunch. Maybe he missed something. He felt his heart sink to his stomach. He quickly finished putting the dishes on the drying rack and excused himself with an excuse of having some paperwork to do. 

There was paperwork on his desk he had to sort through, but he couldn’t focus on it. His thoughts on Evelyn and this mystery man. Was this how Arthur felt about Sally Boyle? Percy had only felt this way once about someone, but it felt more intense with Evelyn. He hated the idea of her with another man, and hated that he hated it. Evelyn had a right to be happy and if the man made her happy, shouldn’t he be happy for her?

It was an hour later when a knock sounded from his door and before it slowly opened. Evelyn peeked her head in before entering fully. She had an expression on her face that he couldn’t read, but he thought he saw concern mixed in.

“Been quiet up here, thought I’d come check on you.” She said, making her way to sit on his bed. 

“Just focusing.” He said, like he hadn’t spent the last hour staring holes into his desk. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, having a need to know more about Evelyn’s love interest. “So, that love letter… who do you think sent it? What does he… what does he look like?”

“Oh, he’s tall, olive skin with dark eyes and hair that’s always a mess. Big nose and ears, which I find very handsome.” She said, watching him. “He’s very smart but doesn’t think so, people have been very mean to him just because he’s different from most.”

Percy couldn’t help the understanding sympathy he felt towards the man. He quickly shook it off; “It sounds like you… It sounds like you really like him…”

“I do, I can’t imagine a life without him.” She said, and it was like an arrow shot through his heart. She continued on with a dramatic sigh. “Though he’s awful at picking up on my hints, even when I’m perfectly describing him to himself.”

“Sounds a bit dim to me.” Percy said.

“Oh for God’s sake, Percy.” She laughed loudly. She stood, coming to stand in front of him. “I’m talking about you!”

“W-what?” He stammered, unsure of what to do or say.

“Okay, let me try this again as blunt as I possibly can.” She sighed, taking a deep breath before mixing her eyes on his face. “I like you Percy, I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you for the past year. I was thinking of how to tell you or if I even should when you wrote me that letter. And yes, I know it was you because you’re the only person who calls me Evie.”

“Huh.” Was all Percy could get out as his voice failed him. 

She shook her head in amusement. Her hand came up to gently cup his cheek before leaning in to press a chaise kiss to his lips. It was over as quickly as it started, but Percy could still feel it after she pulled away.

“Do you understand now?” She asked, lightly rubbing her thumb over his cheek. 

He nodded, unable to fight the foolish grin spreading over his face. She smiles as well, with the most love Percy had ever seen directed at him. This time he leaned in, pulling her close for another kiss.

[headingalaxys-sweet]

Songfic-JVKE

England x Reader

Darkness. That was the only thing that pervaded your senses and permeated your senses. Numb. You’d fallen deep into the black sea again. The pitchblack moonless nights that crept through your window only solidified the depressed state you were in.

You’d been here many times before. Torment mixed with the river of tears washed over your fresh wounds. The mere idea of staying awake was a difficult task. So, you opted to reach for the indigo pills on your nightstand and wandered over to the minifridge that you had installed in your room. The less you had to be vulnerable to the haunting eyes of your own mind projection the better.

You opted to grab the pomegranate juice that you’d bought a few days prior to wash down your sedatives. You took a long swig and slunk back to bed. Even after a solid 11-hours of uninterrupted sleep you still felt drained beyond belief. Your eyes dawdled over to your neon blue dial clock that read a quarter past 7. The sun had long bid farewell and the most you had gotten done that day was nibble on a bagel and send out an email to a professor explaining your delay in turning in your midterm essay. You had been given an extension for another week but you still couldn’t bring yourself to do any sort of work. So you went back to cowering in your soft cocoon. Maybe at some point you’d be able to fly.

*thump* Something had collided with your window but you didn’t even acknowledge it.

Your eyelids began to hang low and you allowed the rest of your body to relax. You tried to think of only darkness and not the hundreds of mistakes that continued on a constant replay. All shouted at you in your mind. Letting you only know that it’s all you’ll ever be. Thousands of dreams that can be because you're broken and nothing else matters.

*thump* *thump* Still the attempts for the outside to catch your attention was still futile.

You inhale the inky black air to distract from the battle that was raging on the inside. You were exhausted. There was not much more that your soul could give. So you laid there eagerly awaiting for the indigo pills to work their magic and at least temporarily take you out of your misery.

*thump* *thump* *thump* Yet and still your foggy mind did not acknowledge attempts from below. They had a message but now was time to try a different route.

As you waited for the numbing effects to set in you heard a melody creep in. Its angelic jubilant melody with a slow pace began to crescendo as the seconds began to tick by. You laid there just listening to it.

‘Probably someone just throwing a party nearby. But that music does sound nice though.’ Your foot began to shake along to the rhythm. It fully has your undivided attention. ‘Maybe I can play this song when I get up to work on my essay.’ With curiosity beginning to get the better of you finally decided to move from your sad lumpy blanket cocoon. You didn’t want to let your covers go as you felt like it was one of the only things that could protect you. As it draped off your shoulders and hugged loosely around your form you were curious to see if Siri could help you find and save the melody for later. As you approached your window and looked below the sight of bubbles, fairydust, and specks of sunlight everywhere. It looked like a happy ending of a fairytale where nothing bad ever happened again. Everyday would be happy. Sadness nonexistent.

Your blankets spread far behind you just like that of a butterfly gently beginning brushed by a strong summer breeze.

The gentleman that was the catalyst to all of this stood before you in his royal red and white outfit. His verdant eyes were a light with a magical glow. It was hypnotic to you and all of your senses. The British boy you knew as Arthur sang to you a poem that he wrote for you. It was an ode to you. He adored you. And his lyrics made sure you were aware of that.

I was all alone with the love of my life

She’s got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

I don’t need no light to see you

Shine

It’s your golden hour

You slow down time

In your golden hour

The British man continued to shower you with praise. His words lifted your spirits. The sadness on your soul began to dissolve in the golden glitter that came from his love song. Why be sad, why fear when your knight in shining armor was here. Butterflies dancing everywhere like a beautiful daydream.

[skylarmoon71]

Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles/Superman Crossover) - Extra

A lot has happened in a short space of time. That’s why you feel obligated to inform your best friend of the most recent development.

Laura Luthor was what most would call a devoted friend. When she returned from her marina internship, she was happy to hear about all the crazy things you’d been doing. Since she didn’t always have service out at sea, there were spaces in time when you had no contact. That’s why you felt the need to ease into it.

You should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.

“YOU WHAT!!”

You waved your hand around, trying to calm her down as she practically exploded sitting on your couch.

“Are you crazy!! That guy-turtle thing played a part in trapping you and keeping you in a freaking kryptonite prison for two weeks!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SLEPT WITH HIM!!”

“Could you please keep your voice down!!”

She stood shaking her head as she paced around the room.

“This is crazy, did he hypnotize you or something? Damn, maybe it could be magic or shit! Is it red kryptonite!? How many fingers am I holding up!!”

She grabbed you by the shoulders and you just released a heavy sigh.

“I’m not hypnotized, spellbound or under the influence of any kind of kryptonite. I promise.” You took her hands, guiding her slowly back to the couch. Now that she was seated, she looked a bit more calm.

“I’m sorry, okay. This is just a lot to take in. When you told me what happened I just..It scared me..”

You can understand her fear, more than anyone you do. While Laura isn’t an alien with superpowers, she’s not completely helpless. That’s why it was important to keep her calm. You still remember the incident when she punched a hole in your wall when she found out one of your professors had tried to make a move on you.

Her strength was no joke.

“Leo might have gone about it the wrong way, but he was right. At that time I was dangerous. I tuned out everything. I was planning to kill that man Laura.”

She understands the severity of the situation. You know she also regrets not being there for you when your parents died. You’d kept the entire thing from her until she found out through her father. At that point she was all the way across the world. There was really nothing she could have done.

“Leo cares about me, more than I did for myself at the time. He was protecting me. It’s because of him I can look at myself in the mirror and not feel everything that would have come with taking that man’s life. He saved me and I care about him. I didn’t realize how much until that all went down and it wasn’t guaranteed that we would see each other again.”

Laura nods, still looking a bit annoyed.

“Just from the way you’re talking about him it’s obvious. It still boils my blood. Did you at least punch him, like once.”

You send her a look and she just grumbles.

“He’s lucky.”

You can’t help but smile. She’s sort of pouting. From the moment you told her your secret she’s gone above and beyond to keep you safe. You couldn’t have asked for a better friend.

“I love you too Luthor.”

She still refuses to look at you, folding her hands childishly. You giggle, leaning over and hugging her.

“I said I love you!!”

You squeeze her and she tries to pull out of your arms.

“Okay, okay love you too!!”

Laura’s visit felt like exactly what you needed.

It’s nice just to have someone to talk to, especially someone as eccentric as her. You try to go about your day, but you can’t help but smile about that night you shared with Leo.

Before you realize it, the day is over.

You’re back at your apartment after your classes. The night has brought you a sense of calm. Dropping your bag on your couch, you take a seat, just letting out a sigh. Your conversation with Laura actually went better than you expected. There was a part of you that thought she would threaten to find Leo and end his existence.

She’s that type of person.

The knock at your balcony door is a welcomed distraction. When you lift your head, your cheeks color.

It’s Leo.

You bolt over to the window before you even realize it. You smile a bit awkwardly, glad that your curtains aren’t completely transparent.

Hopefully he didn’t see that.

You unlock the door, and when you push it open, you’re lost in his beautiful eyes. You find yourself questioning how they could be that magnificent. Surely your mind is overexaggerating the effects. However when he stares back, he mirrors a similar expression.

You take a step back, and he walks in. All of his movements are slow, somewhat calculated. You hear the subtle click your door makes as he closes it.

“How was your day?”

You pull at your sleeves with a shy smile at the question.

“Pretty good.” You respond.

“Great now that you’re back!”

You can’t voice that particular thought, you need to be less transparent. He already saw your awkward dorky side when he kissed you as he left that morning to head back home. He’d stayed with you in bed that day until it became clear that his brothers were having a fit and worried about where he was. He was reluctant to leave, and you didn’t want to see him go, but you knew he would come back.

Now here he is again.

“My best friend, she wants to meet you.”

You feel like you need to get that out of the way.

“She’s the only one who knows about me. After what happened I had to tell her everything. She was scared when I stopped answering her calls.”

You really hope he understands.

Taking a step forward as he holds your hands. Leo can’t exactly say he’s surprised. You trust her, so he does too.

“I’m fine with it. I guess I owe her an apology too.”

You get why he would think that. With a smile, you squeeze his hands.

“She can be a little overprotective, so don’t be surprised if she threatens you. She means well I promise.”

Leo just smiles.

“I’m glad that you have someone like that in your life.”

You are too.

Now that you’ve said it, you feel a bit more at ease.

“How about we get some pizza, yeah?”

You’re about to pull your hands away to grab your phone, but Leo stops you with a gentle tug. You turn back to him with a raised brow.

“What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t answer, just takes a step closer. You’re a bit curious, but the second his eyes drift to your lips you fully understand. Your heart rate increases and Leo leans down, claiming your lips. Your hands smoothen against his chest as you lean onto your toes to meet every soft kiss. His hand lays on your waist as he pulls you in. Neither or you want to part, to separate, but you need to, just for a moment to breathe. Your breath comes in a bit labored and your blush darkens when his hand drifts lower, giving your butt a soft squeeze. You let out a little appreciative sound at the caress and Leo welcomes it.

“More..”

You insist.

He’s always happy to oblige. Your feet leave the ground as he picks you up, taking you straight to the bed.

~

The following week you plan for the meeting of the two most important people in your life. It would be a lie to say you’re not anxious.

“Laura Luthor.”

Her expression has been stoic the entire encounter, even when she shakes his hand. In your mind you’re sort of waiting for a bomb to go off.

“Leonardo.”

His grip is firm, and she just watches him in a way that makes you wonder what she’s plotting.

“Laura?”

“I’m okay.” She assures.

You relaxed when Laura pulled her hand out of his grasp from the shake. The expectation was she would just step back. Neither of you were prepared when she clenched her fist and delivered a harsh punch to Leo’s jaw. His body hit the ground with a thud and you just gape.

“That’s for kidnapping my best friend. Now everything is squared.”

She just folded her hands and Leo turned, a bit startled, maybe even a little impressed. You moved to his side, sending her a glare in which she just smirked.

“You’re welcome. That’s a little warning in case he ever hurts you again.”

Laura looked pretty proud of herself.

He realized then that he’d been giving incentive to never do you any harm.

Unintentional or otherwise.